The young sun,
stirred by Your rhythm,
is awakening from its sleep.
What magic is this?

Piercing the bosom of a dark night,
light appears, destroying all inertness.
Flower buds bloom into smiles
and deep slumber is cast aside.
All traces of idleness are now removed
by the warmth of Your affectionate flow.

Those who are dying, regain life.
Inquisitive hearts attain fulfilment.
Those desirous of salvation,
attain it, O Lord,
by Your fortuitous grace.