Only Laitman Poem by Liza Sud

There is a great kabbalist in the world,
He an tell you about all the levels,
And if you suddenly come to disclose
more light - he'll answer what you feel and where.

He like a seer sits above the sky
And says his texts on hevenly background,
and music plays: it is Baal Sulam,
and puts you in delight and in entrancement.

There are the levels when you open God.
Four levels. All are sinners on the first one.
And sinner thinks that sin is inside God,
But we'll see God as righteous on the last one.

If suddenly you sometimes droop your head,
A hundred comrades then will stand around you,
A comrade sounds in Hebrew - haverim,
And Rabbi sounds in Jewish - only Laitman.