Cura jaruschta,
Maria nai satira,
Schäsch da ija…
Fold your hands and pray,
My heart belongs to you, you are my way…
Doce me, Domine,
Vitam amare,
Doce me, Domine!
You are a child of the universe,
No less than the trees and the stars…
You have the right to be here,
Therefore be in peace with God,
Whatever you conceive Him to be
And whatever your labors and aspirations
In the noisy confusion of life,
Keep peace with your soul,
Be careful, strive to be happy.