To all my frens, my kin, my foes -
a blessing upon thine heads,
a new year commences hence
there is much to be said.

Let god shower his mercy
on our overheated brain,
May the gates of heaven open
overflowing a torrential rain.

The land - may it prosper
and silently entomb our fears,
let it thrive bearing multuplied fruit
surpassing our wettest dream.

Let us kneel closing our eyes
as an act of prayer,
for that pure white dove
should awaken from it's slumber.