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(The Poet)Tell me, pure and perfect one
Tell me so that we may rejoice here in taima
O wise princess, tell me where do you make your home?
(The Dove) Saadiah, there is a high chamber reserved for me in the palace
But though I could robe myself in beauty my heart is full of lamentation

It soared from the ark the dove within me
It sings forever, it flies free
I call to thee my torch in darkness, thou art born
Ornaments of gold shine so bright
You are the way, you are the light
I dwell in this my shelter and thy birth do I foresee