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הַנֵּרוֹת הַלָּלוּ שֶׁאָנוּ מַדְלִיקִין

 Yesterday, we had planned to be in brooklyn for a big family candle lighting and celebration. Unfortunately, the fact that my husband and I were both under the weather meant that we couldn't go.


However with the magic of the internet we did candle lighting together via Zoom.


Despite being family, some of the customs of candle lighting differ slightly.

The actual candle lighting is traditionally followed by this text which is a little historical and legal round up about the act of lighting Chanukah candles.

הַנֵּרוֹת הַלָּלוּ שֶׁאָנוּ מַדְלִיקִין, עַל הַנִּסִּים וְעַל הַנִּפְלָאוֹת וְעַל הַתְּשׁוּעוֹת וְעַל הַמִּלְחָמוֹת, שֶׁעָשִׂיתָ לַאֲבוֹתֵינוּ בַּיָּמִים הָהֵם בַּזְּמַן הַזֶּה, עַל יְדֵי כֹּהֲנֶיךָ הַקְּדוֹשִׁים. וְכָל שְׁמוֹנַת יְמֵי הַחֲנֻכָּה הַנֵּרוֹת הַלָּלוּ קֹדֶשׁ הֵם וְאֵין לָנוּ רְשׁוּת לְהִשְׁתַּמֵּשׁ בָּהֶם, אֶלָּא לִרְאוֹתָם בִּלְבָד, כְּדֵי לְהוֹדוֹת וּלְהַלֵּל לְשִׁמְךָ הַגָּדוֹל עַל נִסֶּיךָ וְעַל נִפְלְאוֹתֶיךָ וְעַל יְשׁוּעָתֶךָ.
We kindle these lights on account of the miracles, the deliverances and the wonders which you did for our fathers, by means of thy holy Kohanim. During all the eight days of Chanukah these lights are sacred, neither is it permitted us to make any profane use of them; but we are only to look at them, in order that we may give thanks unto thy name for your miracles, your deliverances and your wonders.
 


My cousin and her children and grandchildren usually sing this in the German jewish melody of her late husband. this year we sang this paragraph in the melody that I learned in my household. I just spent too much time listening to all of the  various melodies ( If you can't read Hebrew click on the  bulleted list where you will hear some beautiful renditions but none of them is the one I actually want you to hear.)




Anyway the singing of Hanerot Halalu( these candles is followed by the far more famous to the general universe Maoz Tzur.


Most Americans know the first  stanza.

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