When the sun is high in the sky,
And there is plenty of light to be had,
The light of a candle seems small.
Only when the sun has done its setting,
And the clouds cover the sky,
We call the light of a candle, bright.
When virtue abounds in our heart’s depth,
And Charity is easily found there,
Our fruits form with little work.
Only when corruption has filled the world,
And we treat darkness as our light,
Would we call our mediocrity, Love