In the deep oceans of space
If somewhere there is an island
Where someone is breathing
Where some heart is beating
Where the intelligence has drunk from the cup of knowledge,
Those who can dwell there
Will come over the deep oceans of space
And moor their ships
And discover some other island
Where someone is breathing
Where some heart is beating

It is my prayer
That the colour of the bodies
Of those who dwell on that island,
Should be different from the colours of the bodies
Of the inhabitants of this island;
The shape of their bodies should be different from ours
Their form and looks should be different from ours.

It is my prayer
That if they have a religion
Then it should be different
From the religion of this island.

It is my prayer
That, having crossed the deep oceans of space,
One day
The mariners of that strange race
In their cosmic fleet
Should come to this island.
And we shall be their host.
We shall look at them in amazement.
They will come to us
An tell us in signs
That we look so different from them
But it seems to them
that the dwellers of our island
All look the same.

It is my prayer
That the dwellers of this island
Will believe what the strange race says.