Veia digl Pader 09: Dumengia a Salouf

Dumengia a Salouf                   

Segl crest sa dolza l'alva baselgetta,

La Crousch-Clutger Sagetta Seadot!

Bisond, scu aviouls, vign la glioutetta

E chom'an lunga reia giu pigl mot.

Tot alv cun neiv! – Sfrignond vign la bargeda;

igl pi davos en pover vigl cugl gop! –

Gist scu l'arblanga sen igls ovs platgeda,

La vischnanchetta spetga giun en fop!

Chise igl Toissa arda scu barnia;

Igls neivels, feman sur chel grond altar! –

Egl chegl gl'antschains da l'oraziung? – Biia

igl pievel tgi so creir; Sperar, Orar!

Fr. Alexander Lozza

Sunday in Salouf

The white church is enthroned on a gentle hill.

The old tower is now a call to prayer.

He is a finger that points to heaven,

an arrow upwards from earthly trouble.

A winter morning. – Like a ptarmigan,

crouches the village, awakening from the hollow below.

At the sound of bells the children come laughing,

followed by the pious people in a long line.

The mountain in the morning light burns and shines,

the clouds are the incense on the altar,

while the songs from the church are sounding. –

Yes, blessed is the people who can believe.

Duri Lozza (Translation)