I always want eyes to see

The beauty of the world and to praise the beauty

This wonder which has no blemish and to praise

The one who made it so beautiful

And full, so full of beauty

And I will not stop praising, yes I will not stop praising

And when I fall I will get up – even just for a moment – so that they don’t say

He fell, but rather he got up even for one moment to praise

With his final eyes

And the praise will not cease