"Look at Me My Fawn, Look," Yehuda HaLevi

"Look at me, my fawn, look! Take full note of my misery lest I fill with sorrow . . . Drip, drip, drip goes my blood, my life in your hands. Let your heart be compassionate to the downcast, who cannot eat and cries when you rage and waits for your love to return . . . Manna, manna, manna for my hunger, give my daily wage. If you rejoice in my lovesickness, so here are my cheeks, abuse me then, afflict me . . . No, no, no disgrace, just the casualties of innocence. I have fought this miser of the heart, and were he only to fear me he would return my sleep and I would . . . Fly, fly, fly in my slumber, I would dream double. I would ask for his honeycomb lips, reddening like the setting sun my eyes transfixed on his form . . . How, how, how does this man from Aram color his lips so ruddy? His song ploughs through my body, he sings to awaken my fire. Enough, my love, drink from my mouth. Kiss, kiss, kiss my mouth, Put aside your black mood, my friend." [Translation by Rabbi Steven Greenberg]