Have pity on my tears

Here I am at your feet,

defenseless and unarmed.

If my poor mother were here,

she would have pity on my tears.

She had a good, kind soul

and my tears dried under her hand.

In Heaven, she is forgiving

the child who implores you in vain.

Oh - it is finished. I am in despair.

If God doesn't help me,

do you want to see me dead,

like her? Answer me, Father.