I’m rich, so rich to attract envy,

not one villa, but thousand,

not ten cars, but ten thousand.

At my meals numerous servants

that prepare abundant and delicious dishes.

But still at night in my palace I feel alone.

I’m lacking love, there is no one to leave my possessions to.

I’m not eating for days, still I’m not hungry;

I live with people under inhuman circumstances

and still I am happy to be human.

No one on this earth worries about us,

they prefer squander, pride and hatred;

but still I don’t feel abandoned.

Everyday, together with volunteers and priests,

I take part at Holy Mass.

What joy.

Because of my suffering I could die

from one day to the next, but I’m not scared.

I have nothing with me but the love of those who suffer with me,

and especially the love of Christ.

I’m the poorest on this earth, and still I feel the richest.