My mother's prayer

I kindle lights
Shabbes, Yontev,
I hear in the flames' whisper
That silent
Pure prayer,
Of my beloved mother.

	Watch, my child,
	Watch your step!
	Think of your people,
	Think of your God!

Winds are rushing,
Years departing.
Life is a game
Of riding the wave.
True, on the way
Many a stone
And prickling thorns galore.

But always to guide me
Both in sorrow
And joy,
Walked my Mother's prayer.

	Watch, my child,
	Watch your steps!
	Think of your people,
	And your God!

I kindle lights
Shabbes, Yontev,
I hear in the flames' whisper
That silent
Pure prayer,
Of my beloved mother.