Having reached the end of my poor sinner’s life, I grow old as the world does, waiting to be lost in the bottomless pit of silent and deserted divinity, sharing in the light of angelic intelligences; confined now with my heavy, ailing body, I prepare to leave on this parchment my testimony as to the painful events collected deep in my soul during my youth. May my hand not tremble now that I start to relieve the past and revive the feelings of uneasiness that oppressed my heart.
For I acknowledge my faults and my sin is ever before me.
Against Thee only have I sinned, and done this evil in Thy sight.
Turn Thy face from my sins, give me the comfort of Thy help and put out all my misdeeds.
In the distance, they saw me as an ordinary man:
Closely, they witnessed my soul’s complex structure, and judged me guilty.
They witnessed the scars left by my past, and judged me guilty.
They witnessed all the accusations I was carrying like a burden, and judged me guilty.
They witnessed all my pain,
And still judged me guilty.