Oh High Priest! Cleanse me with your water,
Rid me of my impurity,
Make me like the one who brought down fire,
To purify the ways of his age.
Feed me with the morsels given by ravens,
So that I can become wise.
Oh King! Enrapture me in your ways,
So that I can become noble like you.
For the traditions of men lead to oblivion,
And the ways of the spirit to paradise.
Make me like the baby of the Nile,
The child among priests,
The youth tending sheep,
The slave exalted to glory,
And the sage whose knowledge knows no end.
I was born with the call,
To take on the ways of old,
So that those who are willing to hear,
May be able to find you.
Oh High Priest, Oh King, Oh Savior
Please hear me.