The line descends, a whisper, thin,

A pipeline drawn, where worlds begin.

It bends, it arcs, it rounds the night,

Each circle born from endless Light.

Keter first, so near, so high,

The crown that kisses Ein Sof’s sky.

Hochma follows, wisdom’s flame,

Then Bina forms, her womb, her name.

One by one the rings are spun,

Until the tenth, where work is done.

Malchut waits, the vessel’s call,

Embracing circles, one through all.

Ten within ten, the dance complete,

Each step a heartbeat, calm, discreet.

The order sings, the Light does flow,

From endless heights to depths below.