Ophra

Lyrics by Yehudah HaLevi

In the waters of my tears

Ophra washes her Garments
In the waters of my tears

And spreads them in the sunshine
Of her radiance

In the waters of my tears

She demands no water from the fountains
Having my two eyes

And no other sunshine than her beauty

In the waters of my tears

She is likened to the sun
Making red in her rising

The clouds of dawn
With the flame of her light