I am the herald of the Great King.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom You light the night, and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.
Holy poverty confounds cupidity and avarice and the cares of this world.
No one is to be called an enemy, all are your benefactors, and no one does you harm. You have no enemy except yourselves.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin!
