In the quiet dusk of tenoiyem grace, Where promises dance, an eternal embrace, With whispers of mazl and brachas bright, We weave our vows in the soft golden light. May nachas fill your every tomorrow, Beneath the canopy, free from sorrow, As shalom tenderly guides your way, With love like challah, fresh for each day. May the joy be like a sweet klezmer tune, Under the silver kiss of the moon, In this sacred bond, made pure and wise, With Yiddish blessings, stars in your eyes.