At the gates of the holy cloister

At the gates of the holy cloister

stood a beggar,

exhausted, pale and destitute

of hunger, thirst and suffering

Just one piece of bread he asked,

and his look reflected the torments of his life

and someone had laid down a stone

in his extended hand

Likewise I begged your kindness

with bitter tears and melancholy heart

Likewise my better feelings

you betrayed forever!