El nora alila, El nora alila, Ha-m'tzi lanu m'chilah, bi-sh'at ha-ne'ilah.
I dream back To distant childhood memories At the synagogue in Kiryat-Gat Atonement day; shimmering hymns Grandpa Mimon goes to pray Grandma Sultana at the kerosene stove Toils over the last meal before the fast With a melody wrapped in holy scents
Soulful chants fill the sanctuary The glorious scrolls infused with incense and snuff On this day of forgiveness There is no respite from its endlessness Wishing the minutes away Insufferable tension, awaiting To sing out loud the soul-saving hymn
Moroccan Hymn: Oh God who is majestic, oh God who is majestic, Grant us forgiveness at the time of the closing hour