Listen! For the birds are singing,
with tuneful voices;
they are greeting the light
that banishes the shadows.

The skilful nightingale
sweetly chants
that this beautiful dawn
cures all ills.

Let a goldfinch sing
with a sonorous voice!
For the sun of justice
is rising with the dawn.

Let heaven and earth,
seas, roses,
men, fish, birds,
praise this sunrise!

The night was burdensome,
but, bewildered and ashamed,
seeing this dawn of grace,
it is astounded by so much light.

On the clock of hope,
the hours became centuries
to the parents, but now the day
brings them a most sacred dawn.

Now Jacob’s struggle is over,
for he can see arising
this dawn, which announces
peace after discord.