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Sebastian Grabowiecki - SPIRITUAL RHYMES - VII
SPIRITUAL RHYMES
VII
My life measured by a brief span, as with a twine,
Is encircled as if by a firm border line,
So You know how fleeting it is, and water foam
Seems to be properly used for comparison.
Tear me from my sins, I beg you, though I'm fallen,
Do not condemn to disdain this light-minded man,
Lighten Your hand for it has attained victory
And it appears was ready to ridicule me.
Full of misery is the life of the sinner,
All his affairs are like a web of the spider;
Remorse destroys them as a moth spoils a garment
While bad will thrusts them back from the Omnipotent.
Listen to my supplications and let Your ears
Remain open to attend to my bitter tears,
So I could recover, please show some leniency,
Ere I give You back my soul, the earth my body.
Translated by Michael J. Mikoś