The holy Baal-Shem-Tov walked through the fields, in early dusk he walked through the cold fields. From the north the winds were blowing, cold and frosty the winds were blowing, so that his limbs began to freeze; and with frozen limbs the holy Baal-Shem-Tov opened his lips and began to sing in a loud voice—thus his opened lips sang on: “Much blessed the man who was found worthy to be touched by Thy winds; much blessed am I who have been found worthy to freeze from Thy colds; how blessed am I and how blessed and blessed, how blessed and blessed and blessed.” And thirstily he drank the frosty air and back he sank into deep thoughts .

And lonely the sun rose in the sky, a sun so flaming and huge, that hot it became even as in purgatory, the sweat ran in heavy drops from the face, and not a breeze was blowing in the burning fields. But suddenly the voice of the Baal-Shem-Tov spread over the burning field. Thus the Baal-Shem-Tov sang, thus he sang praise to the Creator: “For coldness and heat, for sun and for rain, for day and for night be Thou praised! For all Thou sendest to meet a human being praised be Thou, praised be Thou, praised! And blessed am I who am burned now, burned by Thy fires. And if I am found worthy and Thou hast willed it that I now fall upon Thy earth, tormented by thirst—how blessed am I and how blessed and blessed, how blessed and blessed and blessed!”