Up! Up!
Jesus, young dead of spring
in haste, unseen, unbeknownst to us,
before the sun,
You rolled away the stone that imprisoned life
Like a door freed from its hinges, it flutters to the four winds!
And we, astonished with joy
overwhelmed by daring to believe,
the song comes to our lips before the words:
Alleluia, Alleluia!
Praise be to you, Jesus, the First Living!