Though your road has been long

And still the future is clouded deeply

Your feet are heavy, take off your shoes

Take this time to rest

The dust of the road covers you

Come friend, take this pitcher

Wash your hands clean of all that stains

This is a house of peace

For this night, put aside troubles

Bathe yourself in the light of freedom

Immerse your spirit in the love around you

Leave everything of the road, on the road

Wash it off


haggadah Section: Urchatz