Ayelet Chen
Translation:
Oh, Star of the Morning In exile,
You will be my guiding light
And at night
Holding me close to Your bosom
You bid me drink of Your wine
Mingling nectars
Drink, dear grooms!
Pleasure in your drunkeness
And rouse your senses
In the palace of the honorable Daughter of Angels
The table is always set for the many
Cruel fate separated friends and lovers
But my Beloved draws me by Her love
Uniting beauty and grace
Shall I be remembered
Although foreboding clouds may line the sky
My love will fill my desire
When passing through the fifty fixed gates of wisdom
Discerning Leah will push me onward
And with the love of Rachel for her sons I will not sway
By Your sovereign secrets I will reach the tenth sphere
Oh Almighty
Hurry with the salvation
For Your nation
Wrapped in the tranquility of inner peace
Our throats are raw
For we are the Children of Yaakov
The Treasures of Avraham