A darkness swept into the land,
Yevanim tried to assimilate us and
The Torah to make us forget,
But the flame of Emunah flickered on yet.
They oppressed us,
They defiled our Mikdash,
Yet the Chashmonaim clung to what’s right;
They had Mesiras Nefesh for Yiddishkeit.
Hashem then brought the miraculous אור,
And the few against the many won the war.
The impure Mikdash, Yidden were purging,
And the Chashmonaim were searching,
For oil with the Kohen Gadol’s seal;
Hashem’s miracle then was so real.
Eight days the small jug found,
Kept burning the flames of the Menorah-
Our thanks to Hashem knows no bounds,
And during these days we strengthen our commitment
To spread the light of Torah.
An early Freilichen Chanuka! -Chaya Mushka Kievman