I have done wrong though you already know
Please do not punish me with your anger
Or discipline me with your rage.
I am weak,
Heal me as for my wounds are deep,
My soul has been largely shaken with terror.
Rescue me from evil
For in death, no one remembers you
And for the grave, no one praises you
As I thought this out
My eyes welled with tears and flooded my bed every night,
My pillow soaked with watery tears
My eyes blurred from sorrow and pain,
That for evil came over me.
Thanks to you…
All my enemies were out to shame.
I apologize for my sins and I thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem