Welcome, red light of morning!
My spirit greets you, 
Breaking through the cover of sleep
And praising its creator.

Welcome, golden ray of morning,
Which is already greeting the mountain,
And which, in the quiet valley with the spring, will soon
Be kissing the small flower!

Oh sun, be the image of God for me,
He who renews you every day,
Always sublime and always gentle,
Bringing joy to the whole world.

He who, like the flower in the valley with the spring
Created you, oh sun,
When all your sisters at the same time
Were set ablaze at his command.

You follow a prescribed course
Moving along without stumbling;
For the breath of God breathes on you,
It is his eye that is your light.

He keeps you on a tight rein,
Which bodes well for me! He is also leading me!
He who tied Orion's belt
Also tied me up with himself!

He guides everyone who trusts him
With an invisible hand,
As if he were the only one entrusted
To his reins!

The sun is climbing! Women and children,
Wake up! Wake up like them!
Wake up! let us immediately throw
Ourselves down onto our knees!

And then, fresh, onto our day's work,
His blessing shines bright!
The Lord is preparing our table.
The source of joy is welling up for us!

God's Lordship is shining onto us,
Even from the nearby tomb;
We know who the grave has called to happiness
And that it will soon call us!

Its dead are also close to God's Lordship,
Those who extol the Lord God
And joyfully, with a Halleluja,
Cut themselves off from this world.