At midday

At midday, flaming and glittering,

over the noise of the cities and the crowds,

here is the joy of a clear sun!

My God, the Angelus bells are pealing our thanks

in the blaze of midday.

In the middle of our pilgrimage path,

between fond childhood and dreaded death.

Holy Mother of God, we will stop

to beg your aid in the middle of our path.

Because the task is immense and heavy for our arms,

your maternal hands calm our sufferings;

from midday until evening falls, guide our steps

to the harvest of your Son, where the task is immense.