Veia digl Pader 07: Igl noss sanctuari

Igl noss sanctuari

Seador da vals da larmas

Pelegrigns by Sur Igls Pros,

tras igls gôts, vers blava pizza,

Sot la crousch digls sies chitos.

Suaditsch e larmas bognan

l'erta sponda digl Curver!

Betg schi lev scu chel digl paster:

Grev cun crouschs è sies lascher!

Nossadonna sur la fola

Dolza, Banadond, Igl Mang.

Plagn cunfiert, puspe sa derva,

Scu'na flour, igl cor malsang.

Ena mar da neivels corva,

sot Ziteil, la bassa val!

Scu dulzos tar otras sferas,

leds ambleidigl tot igl mal!

Fr. Alexander Lozza

The Pilgrimage Song

From the deep valley of tears

pilgrims flock to Ziteil.

Through the forest to blue mountains

the path leads so far and steep.

Some bear the cross and sorrows,

are also ready for buses.

Sweat and tears fall more often

on the way to loneliness.

With the hand of blessing, full of gentleness,

Mary points heavenwards.

Full of trust, like the flower,

the tired heart opens.

All worries, all depths

covers a wide sea of fog.

And the soul its wings

now stretches freely and carefree.

Duri Loza (translation)