Each day, when [the time of] the afternoon prayer arriveth, the King majestic sitteth and praiseth the beasts, but before He have finished speaking the holy beasts come forth from beneath the throne of glory, their mouths full of exultation, their wings full of rejubilation, clapping their hands, their feet dancing, and they encircle and surround their King, one on His right and one on His left and one before Him and one behind Him.
And they embrace and kiss Him and uncover their faces, (they uncover, and the King of glory covereth His face) and the seventh heaven is broken like a sieve because of the effulgence of the splendor of the beauty of the dignity of the loveliness of the mercy of the desire of the brilliance of the glory of the praise of the appearance of their faces. (As it is said, “Holy, holy, holy.”)