In the season of sweet reflection, Under the harvest moon’s direction, A chossen sends a heartfelt note, Wrapped in words where blessings float. Rosh Hashanah lights the way, To a year where joy holds sway. In Yiddish tones, the message clear, May love and fortune linger near. As the shofar's call fills the air, Beneath the apple’s glossy glare, May the year be spun with grace, And every challenge sweetly face. The machzirim in gentle hand, Echo prayers across the land. May this year, in divine embrace, Bring peace and love to every space.