Vibreaza-n corzile viorii melodii de ingeri,
The angel's songs vibrate in the strings of the violin,
Si-o lacrima coboara tremuranda in apus,
And a tear descends trembling in the dusk,
Pe cararile celeste ratacesc atatea plangeri,
So many questions are lost on the celestial paths,
Dar ruga multumirii se inalta sus… mai sus.
But the thanksgiving prayer rises high, above all.
Trompetele de-argint rasuna,
The trumpet of silver sounds,
Cand, ea, la Poarta Vesniciei a descins,
When the prayer knocks to the Gate of Eternity,
Jos pe Pamant, azi, lumea e mai buna,
Down on Earth, today, the world is better,
Credinta-n inimi iarasi s-a aprins.
The Faith in hearts was rekindled.
Si-ajunsa-n fata Tronului de Har,
The prayer gets before the Throne of Grace,
Se-nchina coplesita de Iubire,
It worships overwhelmed with Love,
Se-asterne ca o jertfa sfanta pe altar,
Lays down as a holy sacrifice on the altar,
Si arde necurmat in nemurire.
and it burns incessantly in immortality.