For truth, for laughter, for light, for beauty,
For the birds that fly in a child's gaze,
For the cleanness of the wind, for acts of purity,
For joy, for wine, for music, for dance,
For the gentle melody of murmuring brooks,

For the blaze of summer, for the blue of the clear day,
For the flowers that enamel the fields, for the quiet of the pastures,
For the precision of roses, for Wisdom,
For the pearls that drip from lovers’ eyes,
For the prodigies that are true within dreams,
For love, for freedom, for radiant things,
For the ripe aromas of gentle autumns,
For the future morning of the great transparent ones,
For the maternal and fertile entrails of the earth,
For the tears of mothers from whom bloody clouds
Snatch their sons to the vileness of war,

I conjure you, O peace, I invoke you, O benign one,
O Holy one, O talisman against the ferocious industry.
With your hands that strike down the banners of wrath,
With your exorcism of the bomb and the executioner,
Open the gates of History,
let Life pass through!