don't shut your ears;

don't reject my voice.

Listen earth once blessed,

even if Francis and Clare were to stand before me,

I can do no more to withdraw my anger.

Yes, I am tired of having pity,

where Francis once encamped and won.

The multitude of strangers who trample upon your earth

will speak like a ghost from the dust.

Let your feasts continue, continue,

Your earth will tremble and split...
 

Listen! No, you wan't listen!
Read! No, you wan't read!
Your ears are made for other listenings.
Your eyes for other readings.
Then on the whole earth,
I will break the eardrums of those who don't ear,
I will gouge out the eyes of thoose who don't see,
I will annihilate the intelligence of the intelligence.
Oracle of the lord.

...The desert shall be transformed then and thence in garden.
In a book finally they will read.
Humility will listen, justice will see.
The mocker and the jolly fellow will disappear
and nobody will be able anymore to ruin the other for nothing.
The messengers of peace will not choke themselves
and the heralds will welcome them.
The garden shall be transformed into a park
and the book into doctrine.
The Spirit of the Lord will embrace the earth
and the dead then will love one another.