Aria
Fearful crying, anxious silence,
When the storm clouds appear,
That is the nature of the masses.
Cowardly souls demean themselves
With a lowly timidity;
But the one who is moved by generosity,
Can never be bowed to the floor,
But can rise again after falling
Through an inner strength.

Recitative
A person who has big heart
May be bent by affliction,
But will never be entirely broken;
This one celebrates Easter [rising again]
Often in the middle of a tortuous week;
Never grumbling,
Even when Fate appears cruel.
Why? Because this person understands
The changeable nature of fortune in the world.

Aria
Heaven will guide its own
Through pain and grief,
Through thin, through thick.
Soon enough, should passions
Lead one’s steps astray,
Soon it will offer us hope
As a trusty staff
And correct and lead us
Back to the level ground.