Nousta Sain Aamuun

I rose to morning, to the birds' song,
To God's creation beauty.
I thank the songs, I thank the mornings,
Freshly I encounter them again.

Comes a rain shower, the sun's shine,
As if creating new on the surface of the earth.
In the Lord's footsteps, dewy grass
The most beautiful flower starts to bloom.

I thank the rays of the morning of creation,
Still shining brightly.
I thank the mornings, I praise the Lord,
This day is also a new creation.