Almighty God, who sufferest Thyself
To be entreated, and who payest heed
Unto the poor, how long wilt Thou from me
Be far and hidden? Night and day I turn
And with a steadfast heart I call to Thee,
And pour incessant gratitude for Thy
Excelling goodness. O my King, with pain
For Thee my heart is torn, in Thee it trusts.
Dreaming this shut-in dream, it looks to Thee
For life's interpretation. This I ask,
This is the plea to which I beg assent,
My sole petition, neither more nor less.
Translated by Israel Zangwill