A Shabbos World

Across the setting sun
The cawing sound of a solitary bird,
Over a Shabbos, over a Shabbos world.
Hills and houses
Trees and sky -
Come from the west,
O Shabbos bride.

Listen to her footsteps
When day departs-
She envelops time - she fills all space -
She bends her head
Wearing a diadem of stars.

Listen - not far off
Or long away in the night -
The sound of voices,
The sound of songs,
The sound of the Levites' songs.

Across the setting sun
The flight of a solitary bird,
Over a Shabbos, over a Shabbos world.