Prayer

Oh my creator! Oh, my God!

Look at sinful me;

I suffer, I am ill in my soul,

sorrow tortures my breast.

Oh, my Creator, great is my sin,

I am the worst criminal on earth.

Young blood boiled in him,

pure was his love,

but he kept it in himself

so holy, from people.

I knew it all... Oh, my God!

Forgive me, sinful and ill.

I understood his sufferings;

With only the sign of a smile

I could have cured him,

But I didn't pity him.

[O my creator, great is my sin,

I am the most sinful person in the world!]

He suffered long, long,

With sadness and heavily depressed

And died, miserable at last,

Oh, my God, Oh, my Creator!

Be touched by my sinful prayer...

Look how I am ill in my soul.