Canticle of the Sun

Most high, all powerful, all good Lord!
All praise is yours, all glory, all honor, and all blessing.
To you, alone, Most High, do they belong.
No mortal lips are worthy to pronounce your name.

Be praised, my Lord, through all your creatures
Especially through my lord Brother Sun,
Who brings the day, and you give light through him.
And he is beautiful and radiant in all his splendor!
Of you, Most High, he bears the likeness.

Be praised, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars
In the heavens you have made them, precious and beautiful.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air
And clouds and storms, and all the weather
Through which you give your creatures sustenance.

Be praised, My Lord, through Sister Water
She is very useful, and humble, and precious, and pure.

Be praised, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
Through whom you brighten the night.
He is beautiful and cheerful, and powerful and strong.

Be praised, my Lord, through our sister Mother Earth
Who feeds us and rules us
And produces various fruits with colored flowers and herbs.

Be praised, my Lord, through those who forgive for love of you.
Through those who endure sickness and trial.
Happy those who endure in peace, for by you, Most High, they will be crowned.

Be praised, my Lord, through our Sister Bodily Death,
From whose embrace no living person can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
Happy those she finds doing your most holy will.
The second death can do no harm to them.

Praise and bless my Lord, and give thanks, and serve him with great humility.