I remember when you asked us once: “Ayeka”
and we covered our eyes, as though you couldn’t see.
I remember, though I don’t remember,
but when I’m quiet, I remember.
I don’t know what it is that I remember,
I still hear your Ayeka,
I hear it as a distant humming,
As a singing,
As a song,
I hear it in the waves of the ocean
And in the dance among the pine trees,
I hear it in the velvet thickness of midnight
And in the gentle wind that gestures,
I hear its barely audible whispering
of my name,
Rocking my little heart awake;
Ayeka, it beckons:
See that we long for You – even though we don’t know what it is we’re longing for, or that we long at all, we long for You.
Even though it looks, sometimes, like we’re still asleep – our heart is awake, so vibrantly awake, with longing.
As King David’s deer longs for brooks of water,
So we long for You. Even though we don’t know what it is we’re longing for, or that we long at all, we long for You.
We are the skin on the heels of Man,
Must the heel know of the heart to be alive?
Must the eyelash know of the brain to be raised?
Aba, see that we are whole,
See that our heart is darkened only by the gaze of the sun,
but glittering inside,
With hope, with joy, with song and heartening excitement,
Shaking off the dust of our shackles,
And poised to arise,
At any moment.
Remember how we followed you like longing deer in the desert
And how you married us forever
Remember how we said: Yes! Whatever it is You love, we’ll love
Whatever it is You want, we’ll want
Aba, now we call you back –
Ayeka, where are You?
Hear us, take us back,
For your love is sweeter than wine
And dazzling gemstones, and eternal bliss –
Whatever it is You love, we’ll love
Whatever it is You want, we’ll want;
Even though we don’t know what it is we’re longing for,
or that we long at all,
we long for You.
Be with us once again.