Up to the heavens we go
Upon gilded wings we fly
With halos of gold upon our head
Without sins or crime we go
According to our oldest traditions
Because of our greatest ancestors
By way of the Holy One's decree
In addition to our Commandments
In front of Heaven we ask
In place of our fallen friends
In regard to their sanctuary
In spite of all our wrongdoing
Instead of begging for mercy
On account of our leader
Out of respect
