His soul sang
as his body lay burning
on bundles of vine-twigs,
As darkness lay wet layers
of wool on his chest
to prolong his suffering.
Until mercy came to
lift the pain and consume
him and the Sefer Torah
in which he was wrapped,
in a fiery column
of love and fear
To rise, sweet incense
from the holy altar of G‑d.
ב"ה
R. Chananya ben Tradyon
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