A SUKKALEH- English Version

My Sukkaleh is small, not fancy at all
but is especially dear to me.
Schach I put on a bit, hoping to cover it,
there I’d sit and think.
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The wind was a cold one,
the cracked walls were old ones,
the candles were flickering low.
At times as if dying, but suddenly rising,
as if they did not want to go.
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My sweet little daughter
sensing the danger,
got scared and started to cry.
“Father,” she cried,
“Don’t stay there outside
the Sukkah is going to fall!”
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Fear not my child, it’s been quite a while
the Sukkaleh still stands strong.
The wind has been worse my dear,
but its almost two thousand years
Yet the Sukkaleh still stands strong!
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ANOTHER VERSION (By Rabbi Avi Shafran):
A Sukkaleh, quite small,
Wooden planks for each wall;
Lovingly I stood them upright.
I laid thatch as a ceiling
And now, filled with deep feeling,
I sit in my Sukkaleh at night.

A chill wind attacks,
Blowing through the cracks;
The candles, they flicker and yearn.
It’s so strange a thing
That as the Kiddush I sing,
The flames, calmed, now quietly burn.

In comes my daughter,
Bearing hot food and water;
Worry on her face like a pall.
She just stands there shaking
And, her voice nearly breaking,
Says “Tattenyu, the Sukkah’s going to fall!”

Dear daughter, don’t fret;
It hasn’t fallen yet.
The Sukkah will be fine, understand.
There have been many such fears,
For nigh two thousand years;
Yet the Sukkaleh continues to stand.