Lechadodilikrat kala, p’nei Shabbat n’kabelah!
Let’s Go, my Beloved, to meet and greet the bride; let’s receive the inner face of the Sabbath!
Two paths - one step
New flask - old press
Your plan- our test
Let's dance with the bride - our body, your breath
Run through the fields- return to the root
Drink from the well- the stone's been removed
The table was set before the house had a roof
The seed of the tree is concealed in the fruit
Lechadodilikrat kala, p’nei Shabbat n’kabelah!
Let’s Go, my Beloved, to meet and greet the bride; let’s receive the inner face of the Sabbath!
In the palace of time we create holy space
From the ruins of our lives we plead our case
From the pit of our stomach to the light of your face
A narrow bridge paved with our past mistakes
Rise from the dirt like truth from the earth
The sun is a shield and the sky is a skirt
Bread needs water and water takes work
Don't strike the stone, intone the word
Stir the pot- stoke the flames
Ready or not we've unlocked the gates
The north wind blows all the hearts awake
Love flows from the soul in songs of praise
Lechadodilikrat kala, p’nei Shabbat n’kabelah!
Let’s Go, my Beloved, to meet and greet the bride; let’s receive the inner face of the Sabbath!.
The peak's only visible down in the valley
Loss and grief are just part of the journey
This too shall pass like a pillar of cloud
The tree of life sprouts from a burial mound
Voices and choices noises in the dark
That come back to haunt you and taunt you- depart!
The wine has been poured and the tent's been erected
The candles are lit- creation perfected
Lechadodilikrat kala, p’nei Shabbat n’kabelah!
Let’s Go, my Beloved, to meet and greet the bride; let’s receive the inner face of the Sabbath!.
When your head expands don't forget the heart
The left hand path embraced by the right arm
From snake to stick to staff to speech
The secret of seven, the city of peace
Bo’eev’Shalomateretbaalah
Gam b’smichauv’tzahalah
Tochemunai, am segula
Bo’eekallah, bo’eekallah
Come in peace, o crown of thy husband,
With rejoicin and goodcheer,
Into the midst of the faithful, the Purple People,
Come, O bride; come, O bride.
Lechadodilikrat kala, p’nei Shabbat n’kabelah!
Let’s Go, my Beloved, to meet and greet the bride; let’s receive the inner face of the Sabbath!