Dry leaf that flies at random
till it's seized by a wind from above:
so lives on earth the wanderer,
...
IF truly a people dearly love
The tongue to them by Heaven sent,
They'll surely yearn for liberty
Like a bird above in the firmament.
...
I
They bid me strike the lyre
so long now mute and broken,
but not a note can I waken
...
When I remember the days
that saw my early childhood
spent on the green shores
of a murmurous lagoon;
...
Why have you come to earth,
Child-God, in a poor manger?
Does Fortune find you a stranger
...
When I recall the days
That saw my childhood of yore
Beside the verdant shore
Of a murmuring lagoon;
...
Flower among flowers,
soft bud swooning,
that the wind moves
...
Sweet the hours in the native country,
where friendly shines the sun above!
Life is the breeze that sweeps the meadows;
...
For the Motherland in war,
For the Motherland in peace,
...
Mary, sweet peace and dearest consolation
of suffering mortal: you are the fount whence springs
the current of solicitude that brings
...