If we have injured air, or earth, or heaven, if we have wronged our mother or our father, may God absolve us, and bear us up into the world of virtue.

2 Earth is our mother, mercy our birthplace: our brother the air save us from imprecation! O Lord of heaven, save us, from the world of the fathers! My world not lost, may I approach my kindred.

3 There where our virtuous friends, who left behind them their bodily infirmities, are happy, free from distortion of the limbs and lameness, may we behold, in heaven, our sons and parents.