No longer do I address men,

but You, God of all beings, of all worlds, of all times:

if it is permitted to feeble creatures,

lost in the immensity of the universe,

to dare ask anything of You,

Who are the Bestower of all things,

Whose decrees are unchanging as they are eternal.

Grant that You regard with pity the errors woven into our nature,

that they do not bring about our ruin.

For You did not give us hearts that we should hate,

or hands that we should slaughter each other.

Enable us to help one another,

and to bear together the burden of a painful and fleeting life.

Help us to look beyond the tiny differences in the clothing that covers our frail bodies,

in our inadequate languages,

in our ridiculous customs and imperfect laws,

in our irrational prejudices,

in our various conditions –

so disproportionate in our eyes and so equal in yours.

Ensure that all of the minute distinctions

that set apart these atoms called men

will no longer be occasion for hatred or persecution.

Enable us to remember that we are brothers and sisters.

And let us hold those who exercise tyranny over souls

in the same horror as the brigands

who ravage by force the fruits of industry and peaceful labor.

Let wars come to an end,

let us hate our brethren no more.

And let us use the brief moment of our existence

to praise at once, in a thousand different tongues,

from Siam to California,

Your goodness that has granted this moment to us.