O tongue of the ancients’ fire,
You live in God’s Church alone.
Romance languages you have sired,
But you are buried under stone!
In my heart you will live forever on,
But what about my fellow brothers?
In mine you’re praised and growing strong,
But how is it in others?
Christ will give you back your strength,
So you may open the locked door.
For to God this glory will have no length,
Though many say Latin’s future is no more.
I pray that you shall live through me,
So you may flourish like a tree!