I was formed from dust, though your breath in me burns.
Before the World Ever Was
My work, I say, is concerning a king. From the beginning, before the world ever was, I was held on high with his hidden treasures. He brought me forth from nothing and in the end I will be withdrawn by the King. My being flowed from the spheres’ foundation, which endowed it with form in evident fashion. The craftsmen’s hands weighed its creation, so I would be brought to the vaults of the King. He appeared to reveal what once he concealed, on the left and on the right as well. He sent me down the stairway leading from Siloam’s pool to the groves of the King. I was formed from dust, though your breath in me burns. You’ve known this stranger’s thoughts in these lands. How long, my soul. until you return and meet with approval before the King? You set a lamp at my feet on the path and searched to see if my spirit was willing. As I set out before you, you warned me, repeating: Fear, my child the Lord and King. My heart was given balance and choice: if it leads to goodness—in that I’ll rejoice. but if it brings evil, derision will reign, for this is not the will of the King.Moshe Ben Nahman Tr. by Peter Cole
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