Release, please, this bound one
By the power of your right hand
Receive the song of your people,
Exalt us, Lord, and make us
pure. Almighty one, protect
those who seek your oneness:
Bless them, and cleanse them – bestow
Upon them your merciful justice.
Mighty one, holy one, in your
Goodness guide your assembly.
Turn, sole one on high,
To those who remember your sanctity,
And accept our cry and plea –
You who fathom all mysteries.
Translation by Peter Cole, The Poetry of Kabbalah: Mystical Verse from the Jewish Tradition, 2012, pg. 35
אָנָּא בְּכֹחַ גְּדֻלַּת
יְמִינְֶךָ תַּתִּיר צְרוּרָה
קַבֵּל רִנַּת עַמְֶּךָ
שַׂגְּבֵנוּ טַהֲרֵנוּ נוֹרָא
נָא גִבּוֹר דּוֹרְשֵׁי
יִחוּדְֶךָ כְּבָבַת שָׁמְרֵם
בָּרְכֵם טַהֲרֵם רַחֲמֵי
צִדְקָתֶךָ תָּמִיד גָּמְלֵם
חֲסִין קָדוֹשׁ בְּרוֹב
טוּבְךָ נַהֵל עֲדָתֶךָ
יָחִיד גֵּאֶה לְעַמְּךָ
פְּנֵה זוֹכְרֵי קְדֻשָּׁתֶךָ
שַׁוְעָתֵנוּ קַבֵּל וּשְׁמַע
צַעֲקָתֵנוּ יוֹדֵעַ תַּעֲלוּמוֹת
Release, please, this bound oneBy the power of your right hand
Please, by the power of Your great right hand
Set the captive nation free.
Sit down, master, on this rude chair of praises, and rule my nervous heart with your great decrees of freedom. Out of time you have taken me to do my daily task. Out of mist and dust you have fashioned me to know the numberless worlds between the crown and the kingdom. In utter defeat I came to you and you received me with a sweetness I had not dared to remember. Tonight I come to you again, soiled by strategies and trapped in the loneliness of my tiny domain. Establish your law in this walled place. Let nine men come to lift me into their prayer so that I may whisper with them: Blessed be the name of the glory of the kingdom forever and forever.