JEHUDAH HALEVI
His banner over me is love,
And his left hand is under my head;
To gather lilies
He waters the gardens with a fountain,
His waters are faithful.
The chosen of desire are met:
They disport themselves in the garden of
love;
To feed in the gardens
Precious plants they plant,
Holy seed they sow,
To gather lilies
Cuttings of glorious trees,
Plants of pleasantness.
How goodly are the tents
Where the children of nobles meet,
To feed i?1 the gardens
Sitting under the shadows,
In the gardens by the aloes.
To gather lilies
God shall give them a heritage of joy—
Children—the heritage of the Lord.