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richards1052: I used to admire Yehudah HaLevi's famous line: "My heart is in the east, but I am in farthest of far west." Now I am in the far west, but instead of my heart being in the east, I am heartsick about it.

opensiddur: For those davvening the amidah on Tu biShvat, here's a special piyyut composed in the 11th century by the poet Yehudah ben Hillel haLevi for just such an occasion. Each alef-bet acrostic stanza is integrated into the structure of the Amidah's blessings:

spindokai: The full expression “Next year in Jerusalem!” appears in a poem by 12th-century poet Yehudah Halevi that he wrote for the conclusion of the Yom Kippur service, asking God to end Israel’s suffering.

BMMWorldwide: It’s almost as if the tedious, anti-Western religion parochialism to which aspiring journalists are subjected in university is designed to hobble those who might one day report on (gasp) Jews. Do they even teach Emily Dickinson or Yehudah HaLevi anymore?

LisaErvin128: 2/2 “I sought your nearness. With all my heart I called you. And in my going out to meet you, I found you coming toward me, as in the wonders of your might and holy works I saw you." –Yehudah Halevi, from "Where Will I Find You", trans. Peter Cole

sillyhead: Well I found this first so now I'm browsing plenty more Yehuda Halevi poetry

ms4thr0p: talk to yehudah halevi about it…

OreEniibukun: I see good poetry, I keep it. I saw this on the TV series, Godless. Originally composed by a Spanish, Jewish physician, poet and philosopher, Yehudah Halevi.

441Samara: Delve deeply, set yourself to the task, and contemplate the secret of your existence. Glimpse at what you are, on what your being is founded. Who prepared your life, Who granted you intelligence, and whose energy enables you to move. Yehudah Halevi

shnayor: Next MS on "The Great Sources": Eretz Yisrael, between Rambam and the R' Yehudah HaLevi. A central and relevant topic, seen from the angle of 2 vastly different systems of Torah thought. Stay tuned!

ChaloBS: "‘Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch. A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be. To be, and oh, to lose. A thing for fools this, and a holy thing. A holy thing to love. (...)" -Yehudah Halevi.

IntroFreeMind: Been doing some family tree digging recently. First photo: great-great-grandfather Aaron Berman. Second photo: Rabbi Chaim HaLevi Berman and Rabbi Moshe Yehudah Leib Berman (Moshe is Aaron’s wife Rifka’s brother, Chaim is Moshe’s son).

EntheoloJew: Oh, I would sleep forever and never wake up. If I could see His face inside my heart, my eyes would no more wish to look outside. -Yehudah HaLevi

Mottel: And let's not forget that just the other week it was the yahrzeit of Yehudah Leib Ben Shlomo Nosson Halevi i.e. Curly from the Three Stooges.

Yisrael613: Let's all not forget the Moshiach will come forth from Ruth, one of the most famous converts. Onkelos, Obadiah HaNavi, Rabbi Yochanan ben Torta, Rabbi Yehudah HaLevi, Bityah, Jethro, Rahab - all famous and very important converts.

diamonddarling: Tis a fearful thing to love To love what death can touch A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, ...A thing for fools, For your life is lived in me Your laugh once lifted me Your word was gift, ...to me To remember this, brings painful joy Yehudah HaLevi (ca. 1075–1141)

drnelk: "My meadows are bathed in starlight..." Dream Visions, by Yehudah HaLevi trans. by GG Schmidt through by F Rosenzw...

rooster613: Yehudah Halevi (1065-1141) was one of the most gifted poets and philosophers of medieval Spain during the time of M...

WinterlightHome: 1923 Warsaw Chills me to the bone. How many people who touched that book survived what was coming?

Daniel_Knauf: Upon my dark-hued eyes he pressed His lips with breath of passion rare. The rogue! 'Twas not my eyes he kissed;...



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