If ‘tis true that God’s Spirit lives in us
And guides us always to do what is right,
Could it be that the devil also, quite bright,
Has a place in our hearts and minds, with delight?
For when I tell myself that I’ve seen the light
And strive to attain such a spiritual height,
My mind changes direction like a kite,
And my heart becomes darker than the night.
Is it that I’m too weak to solemnly plight,
Or the devil’s too strong an enemy to fight?
Whichever way I could lose my breath tonight,
And my chance of escape from doom is slight.
From the devil, thus myself I must flee,
No matter how difficult it might be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem