Rearing children, now that is a wonder,
much more so than just giving birth.
Neither day nor night
did I rest my eyes,
until I lived to see you all grown up.

Now I will drink like a fish
and dance by the wedding canopy.
I say it plain and clear,
I will jump up onto the table
and celebrate wildly like the closest relation.

Fiddle, klezmer, scrape away.
Play a freylekh for the wedding.
The faces of all the
relatives are shining;
let’s go to the ḥupa [wedding canopy].

Drummer, strike the cymbals.
Fiddler, let the strings split.
Everyone is merry.
Just look at the bride.
She is so full of grace.
Oy, oy, more, livelier.
Make the circle bigger.

Oy, oy, bring the bride into the dance.
Oy, look at Aunt Leah;
she’s telling everyone what to do.
And Aunt Masha,
who doesn’t let herself be pushed around,
is pushing to the head of the table.
Mazel tov!