Truth is Thy primal word; at thy behest
The generations pass - O aid our quest
For Thee, and set my host of songs on high,
And let my psalmody come very nigh.
My praises as a coronal account,
And let my prayers as Thine incense mount.
Deem precious unto Thee the poor man's song,
As those that to thine altar did belong.
Rise, O my blessing, to the lord of birth,
The breeding, quickening, righteous force of earth.
Do Thou receive it with acceptant nod,
My choicest incense offered to my God.
And let my meditation grateful be,
For all my being is athirst for Thee.

from Millgram, A. E., Anthology of Medieval Hebrew Literature, Abelard, 1961. (Yehuda he-Hasid)

Truth is Thy primal word; at thy behest The generations pass - O aid our quest For Thee, and set my host of songs on high, And let my psalmody come very nigh. My praises as a coronal account, And let my prayers as Thine incense mount. Deem precious unto Thee the poor man's song, As those that to thine altar did belong. Rise, O my blessing, to the lord of birth, The breeding, quickening, righteous force of earth. Do Thou receive it with acceptant nod, My choicest incense offered to my God. And let my meditation grateful be, For all my being is athirst for Thee. from Millgram, A. E., Anthology of Medieval Hebrew Literature, Abelard, 1961.

Yehuda he-Hasid

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