בס״ד
Beha’aloscha
Block of gold, cast into fire,
Aish kodesh, or a demon’s pyre,
Melted down, it takes a form,
Cooling now from hot to warm.
Good intentions, misdirected,
Somehow by the flames detected,
Hold beguiled in their sway,
A people that has lost its way.
Emerging from this conflagration,
Castings, which may shape a nation,
Sacred lamp, or calf enchanting,
Holy light, or spell incanting.
Hard for him to understand,
Assisted by a hidden hand,
From Moshe’s heart, by truth directed,
Shall this menorah be erected.
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