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 tschom'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 calls to prayer today.

He is a finger that points to heaven,

an arrow upwards from earthly distress.

A winter morning. – Like a ptarmigan,

crouches the village, awakening from the hollow deep.

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,

clouds are the incense at the altar,

while the songs from the church sound.

Yes, blessed is the people who can believe.

Duri Lozza (translation)