Fire burns,
Fire burns.
Until the very morning.
I am dressed
In purest linen
My hands are unstained.
My days and deeds are afire
My whole life is ablaze
Oh, Adonai! Oh, Elohim!
Do not forsake me!
Cleave
All of my nature.
Sprinkle
The altar at the Entrance.
Pluck out
The heart of flesh and blood.
And bathe
My feet in water!
Shake
My breast with a sob.
Raise
My shoulders as a token of favor.
I will be scorched
By heaven's flame.
I will crumble
Into ashes - and then be reborn!
...This is burnt offering, a sacrifice, a fragrance pleasant to the Lord...
a translation by Artem Portnoy
