Selected Poems (Engelse vertaling)

142 JEHUDAH HALEVI

I hear a herald of good tidings from the fifth
day forth:

To-morrow cometh fresh life for my soul!
The morning for my labour, the evening for

my freedom;
I shall be summoned to the table of my King,
my Shepherd!

I find upon the sixth day my soul rejoicing,
For there draweth nigh to me the time of rest;
Albeit I go about, a wanderer, to find relief,
At even I forget all my weariness and wander-
ing.

How sweet to me the time between the lights—
To see the face of Sabbath, with mien renewed!

0 come with apples, bring ye many raisin

cakes—

This is the day of my rest, this my love, my
friend.