"From Asher will come Poe food and he will yield clashing symbols fit for a slave" (based on Beretshit 49:20).
Yahrtzeit Piyyut {Patáy Poem}
Sha'ar Ha'Rakhamim
My rod points toward the son
With its refined head we will bow
To Hashem v'ha'malakhim
Let She'China Asher me where Thou wilt.
Eskrima Door
My dagger points toward the sun
With its refined head we will bow
To Panginoon at mga anghel
Let the stars usher mi where Dao wilt.
