I make a self-inspection of my sinful soul,
I’m sincerely sorry for all my failings.
Me, a common sinner, try to be in control
Of my thoughts, and actions, and words, and feelings.
Like a poison, my sins get into my bloodstream
So my confession seems to be the best cleansing
To give me hope and warm me up like a sunbeam.
Should I expect a strong punishment for sinning?
In my garden the most beautiful flowers
Are overwhelmed by all my sins – prickly weeds.
But I belong to the pious and obedient sinners
Who try to placate God’s anger doing good deeds.
My sincere examination of conscience –
The quiet time of the unique contemplation
When I’m allowed to be one of stray lost lambs
Who shudder to think of eternal damnation…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I were a doctor I'd give you full marks for your examination of self.. (also that you branch of 5 rivers must be cleansing of soul) ... keep that rythmn flowing One Peace at a time