In the morning

Over my sleeping village the Angelus has rung,

bells of honor to Mary:

see how the night flies, and how the greeting of the Archangel

is joyful over my sleeping village.

The sun leaps up from behind the knolls

like the doe's fawn.

Houses of poor or rich,

trees and gardens will be gilded soon,

and the children will play like the doe's fawn.

Another day brings happiness

or torment to my heart!

Saviour, I adore You,

in the sublimity of the first light of day,

and bless You for another day.