O Rex gentium et desideratus earum lapisque angularis.
Qui facis utraque unum veni et salve hominem quem de limo formasti.
O king of the peoples whom they long for the cornerstone; such bliss.
Who make the two into one, come and save man, whom you made from clay; ever so nasty.

I dreamt I was walking where I grew up, happiness my brother.
I was walking along the high street.
I knew this was a dream, if only I could stay asleep, I would see once again my mother.
What disappointment to wake up just as I reached our old front door, now no more to meet.

Every day and night there is disappointment.
But there is an immutable cornerstone.
We are the clay, he the moulder coming with love from his tent.
With him we can always atone.

One day I will make two into one.
One day with my mother and father I will be one.