כְּאַבְרָהָם אָבִינוּ
As our father Abraham
שֶׁבַּלַּיְלָה סָפַר מַזָּלוֹת,
Who has counted the zodiac at night,
שֶׁקָּרָא אֶל בּוֹרְאוֹ
Who has called unto his Creator
מִתּוֹךְ הַכִּבְשָׁן,
From within the furnace,
שֶׁאֶת בְּנוֹ עָקַד –
Who has bound his son –
הָיָה סָבִי.
So was my grandfather.
אוֹתָה אֱמוּנָה שְׁלֵמָה
Same true faith
בְּתוֹךְ הַשַּׁלְהֶבֶת,
Within the flame,
וְאוֹתוֹ מַבָּט טָלוּל
And the same dewy stare
וְזָקָן רַךְ-גַּלִּים.
And beard as soft as waves.
בַּחוּץ יָרָד הַשֶּׁלֶג,
Outside the snow came down,
בַּחוּץ שָׁאֲגוּ:
Outside they were roaring:
אֵין דִין וְאֵין דַּיָּן.
Lawlessness all around.
וּבְחֶדְרוֹ הַסָּדוּק, הַמְנֻפָּץ
And in his cracked, shattered room
שָׁרוּ כְּרוּבִים
There sang the cherubim
עַל יְרוּשָׁלַיִם שֶׁל מַעְלָה.
Of Jerusalem above, in heaven.