'Father, I know it's too late
'For such a culprit to repent
'But I can't believe the fate
'I am drowned in an abyss lament.
'For I was ready to love the world
'Since our lord did create
'In the beginning his word
'Was to love and not to hate.
'But world gave me nothing
'His boon was for the rich
'The poor beneath the king
'Their life from bad to worse does switch.
'O' father of church, let me confess
'Let me tell you about the world
'Mess in mess world the chess
' full of nothing, seems warm but too cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem