To Laitman. Happy Birthday 31 Aug 2016 Poem by Liza Sud

Laitman was sitting in Saint Peter,
student, with burning eyes.
difficult life of a boy from Vitebsk,
city of Mark Shagall.

Dreaming of medcine to make life easy,
unity of the cells,
cyber-ideas, and engineering -
and wish to emigrate.

Went on excursion with other students -
witnesss of hard childbirth,
shocked by the hardships that face a woman,
growth of respect to her.

Laitman was sitting and drinking coffee
in modest dark caffee.
Dreaming to become famous professor
and educate the men.

Playing the piano, he made proposal:
The Jews don't live alone.
During his life he kept a promise
and remained faithful one,

Married a woman he didn't love much,
ready to emigrate,
Problems with visa, bought in Lithuania,
and - at last - Israel!

Studying the language, the birth of children,
working in the Sky Force,
And disappointment in all religions,
routine of Synagogue.

An inner crisis and deep despair
when he was 35.
Finding Rabash - as the guide from Heaven,
opening Kabbalah!

Studying by Rabash and bringing students,
reading a lot of books,
writing materials on Altruism
making his own course.

Nourishing his style, translates to Russian
Wisdom of Kabbalah.
Rabbis are all radiant and happy -
his sorrow passes by.

What is more radiant than Michael Laitman
in modern selfish world?
What is more pleasant in style, refined - Oh! -
Light in his every word!

Flowing on his words - the streams of high love,
opening of high worlds,
and invokation of the high powers,
helping to rule this world.

Such an attention to every student,
problems he looks inside,
and if your question is even stupid -
he will put you so high!

He is so humble: 'I am the worst but
there is Loving Light,
and our aim is in common merging
only when we unite! '

Light's what is playing, Light's what is ruling.
There is ONLY Light.
Nothing but Him in this world - be sure.
we are - just shells of Light,

Thank you for opening Light's gradatiion!
You are explaining this!
You are like inside my revelation -
my sacred sanctity.

That is what makes us really close -
close - that's the last straw!
All of us equal - and the Love flows
because there's One God's source.

And you speak Russian, you're even Soviet -
in the best of this name -
Love to all nations was our motion
though at home - a jail.

You took the best of it - or the Rabbis
influenced so your mind -
that you became the most radiant Rabbi
to me in modern time!

They asked him about pride, the sinful -
His smile was kind and mild:
'Still not Messiah of 7 billions -
What do I have for pride? '.

I was possessed by one lustful passion -
And I have missed your day!
Passion has passed like some stern discussion -
but the true love remained!