V’hayah midey-chodesh b’chodsho
Vesas libchem
V’atzmoteychem kadesheh tifrachnah
N’vareykh et eyn hachayim
Matzmichat p’ri hagefen
Unkadeysh et rosh hachodesh
Ba’arigat p’tiley chayeynu
L’tokh masechet hadorot.
It shall come to be from one month to the next
That your hearts will rejoice
And your bones will flower like young grass.
After Isaiah 66:23, 14
Let us bless the source of life
that ripens fruit on the vine
as we hallow the Rosh Chodesh festival,
weaving new threads
into the tapestry of tradition.
