Bless this little soul, this white soul, who won the kiss of heaven for our land.
He likes sunshine, and he likes to look at his mother's face.
He didn't learn to hate dust and long for gold.
Hold him tightly in your heart and bless him.
He came to this land full of roads.
I don't know how he chose you from the crowd, came to your door, grabbed your hand and asked for directions.
He smiled, talked and followed you without doubt.
Don't betray his trust, guide him to the right path and bless him.
Put your hand on his head and pray that although the waves below are sinister, the wind above will swell his sails and send him to a quiet port.
Don't forget him when you are busy, let him come to your heart and bless him.