English: poem by Abraham Isaac Kook : "The Whispers of Existence"

All existence whispers to me it's secret:
'I have life to offer, take, please take.'
If you have a heart and your heart is flowing with red blood
That has not been poisoned by the toxins of despair.

But if your heart is uncircumsized/covered,.
And beauty holds no spell for you,
Then existence whispers to me:
'Away from me, away, to you I am closed, locked, forbidden'.

If every gentle sound,
Every living beauty, stirs you not to a holy song,
But instead awakens in you a stream of strange fire,
'Away from me, away, to you I am closed, locked, forbidden.'

And a generation will awaken,
And sing to beauty and to life,
And draw unending delight
From the dew of heaven.

And from the splendor of the Carmel and the Sharon,
The wealth of life's secrets
Will be heard by the ears of a people alive.
And from the eden of her song, and the beauty of her life
A holy light will fill all,
And all of existence with murmur lovingly to us:

'My beloved, I am yours, I am yours.'

= לחשי ההויה מאת הרב אברהם יצחק הכהן קוק