Recitative
 You that revere the Creator of the immeasurable universe,
 That call him Jehovah, God, Fu or Brahma,
 Listen and hear the words of the Sovereign of all things.
 On the loud trumpet hear them resound in all eternity
 Throughout the Earth, the Moon and Sun!
 Hear them, People! Hear them, you, as well!

(Andante)

 Love me in my works,
 Love order, proportion, harmony!
 Love yourselves and your brothers!
 Strength and beauty shall be your ornament
 And clarity of understanding your nobility.
 Hold out the brotherly hand of everlasting friendship;
 It was delusion, not truth, that withheld it for so long.

(Allegro)

 Break the bonds of this delusion,
 Tear the veil of prejudice,
 Strip off the garment
 That clothes mankind in factions!
 Forge sickles from the iron that hitherto
 Shed the blood of men, of brothers!
 Blow up rocks with the black dust that oft would speed
 the murderous lead into the hearts of brothers!

(Andante)

 Do not imagine it is misfortune that holds sway upon my Earth -
 It is enlightenment alone that heals
 When it spurs you on to better deeds -
 People, you that roam the world in misery,
 When, in blind folly, you back onto the thorn
 That should have urged you ever onward.
 Be wise, be strong in brotherhood!
 Then will my contentment rest on you,
 Then only tears of joy  will wet my cheeks,
 Then your cries will be shouts of joy,
 Then you will make vales of Eden out of deserts,
 Then the whole of Nature will be laughing in your eyes,

(Allegro)

 Then it has been achieved; the true felicity of life.