greet my love with wine and gladsome lay; <br />Welcome, thrice welcome, joyous Seventh Day! <br /> <br />Six slaves the weekdays are; I share <br />With them a round of toil and care, <br />Yet light the burdens seem, I bear <br />For your sweet sake, Sabbath, my love! <br /> <br />On the First-day to the accustomed task <br />I go content, nor reward ask, <br />Save in your smile, at length, to bask -- <br />Day blessed of God, Sabbath, my love! <br /> <br />Is the Second-day dull, the Third-day unbright? <br />Hide sun and stars from the Fourth-day's sight? <br />What need I care, who have your light, <br />Orb of my life, Sabbath, my love! <br /> <br />The Fifth-day, joyful tidings ring: <br />"The morrow shall your freedom bring!" <br />At dawn a slave, at eve a king -- <br />God's table waits, Sabbath, my love! <br /> <br />On the Sixth-day does my cup overflow, <br />What blissful rest the night shall know, <br />When, in your arms, my toil and woe <br />Are all forgotten, Sabbath, my love! <br /> <br />Now it's dusk. With sudden light distilled <br />From one sweet face, the world is filled; <br />The tumult of my heart is stilled -- <br />For you have arrived, Sabbath, my love! <br /> <br />Bring fruits and wine, and sing a cheerful lay, <br />Chant: "Come in peace, O blissful Seventh Day!"<br /><br />Yehudah HaLevi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sabbath-my-love/
