It is Work, nature lover,
That illuminates every creation.
Every being can find in it the nourishment
That he would never find in inaction.
You must work hard to fertilize the earth,
So it gives you its gold and fruits.
Hard work makes suffering less painful.
It is a sun for the darkest of nights.
Work! Hello to you, pillar of life.
You give well-being day and night.
And leave everywhere your mark with strength and constancy
From the depths of the mine to the top of the tower.
The brain thinks and the hand does,
Because of Work, houses and palaces
For a long time have replaced the hut;
Before peace, war wishes to surrender.
Always, the bird builds its moss nest.
From routine, it cannot digress;
But toward progress, work pushes us.
Work, salutation! Salutation worker!
Work! Hello to you, pillar of life.
You give well-being day and night.
And leave everywhere your mark with strength and constancy
From the depths of the mine to the top of the tower.