בס״ד
Shemini
For seven days the kohanim wait,
At the entrance to the mishkan,
For the dawn of morning number eight,
To bring close their final korban.
Bearing calves and sheep and bulls and rams,
Fine flour mixed with oil,
To the mishkan, rebuilt one last time,
Through Moshe’s sweat and toil.
A fire coming from HaShem,
Consumes the final traces,
The people sing for joy, and then.
They fall upon their faces.
But, sadly, two of Aaron’s sons,
Nadav and Abihu,
Bring, unbidden, fire pans,
And they get roasted, too.
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