Lost in the tempests
On the open sea, our small boat drift
We seek for land during endless nights and days
We are the foam
Floating on the vast ocean
We are the dust
Drifting in endless space
Our cries are lost
In the howling wind
Our children lie exhausted
Until they cry no more
We yearn for land
But are turned back from every shore
How many boats have perished?
How many families lie beneath the waves?
Lord Jesus, do you hear the prayer of our flesh
Avalokiteshvara, do you hear our voice?
O humans, do you hear our cries from the abyss of death
O solid shore, we long for you!
We pray for mankind to be present today
We pray for land to stretch its arms to us
We pray that hope be given us today
From this very land