Translation of the song Insanae et vanae curae artist Joseph Haydn

Insanae et vanae curae invadunt mentes nostras,

Frantic and futile anxieties invade our minds; they often

saepe furore replent corda, privata spe.

fill our hearts with madness, depriving them of hope.

Quid prodest, O mortalis, conari pro mundanis,

What is the use, O mortal man, of striving after earthly things,

si coelos negligas?

if you neglect heaven?

Sunt fausta tibi cuncta, si Deus est pro te.

All things turn out well for you, if God is on your side.