Who watches over my sleep?
Who prevents me from falling on the bottomless cliffs?
Who keeps beating my cold and disconsolate heart,
after its daily hardships, usual unavoidable clashes?
Who enlightens my spirit, shielding it from the world’s rust?
Who embraces my soul, caresses and puts her to rest,
sovereign and survivor from the evil-wants of life?
Who breathes on me a new life when I wake up and says –
_ This world is yours again, I kept it for you _
work, pursue treasures and fame, play, laugh, love and sing!
It is my Lord, since the beginning of my days,
always backing me, so weak a vassal, to fulfill,
among dear fellow ones, my mission on Earth.