Shine on us, shine into us,

sliver of moonlight

teardrop of a slave

shine down on us, shine on over to us,

chaff of wheat tired of hearing the cries

of people whose hearts have

been pounded down like matza

shine towards us:

this is how much light we can hold

this is how much light we can digest

and no more

O Moon of Nisan

be gentle with us

we have never known you before

we have been waiting for you

for all of our lives

for so many generations

give us time

and when you grow into a whole matza

we will be ready.