As I recited the blessing over the candles

my yearnings called out aloud:

Shabbat Shalom my dear ones-

yet they had left me for the 'lands of life'

And did not answer the soft call.

My trembling holiday said: My root is above.

I whispered:

Peace on to you, Shabbat on to you, my soul.

Flames wandered through my tears

and the entire wall is sparkling gold,

So much light surrounds me

and such great pain-

in a moment my soul shall depart.