My heart is melting, by the candlelight,
I’m just a pitiful, stray dog, without repose…
My body, torn to pieces, couldn’t fight.
My sins, which are untold, are worthless dross…
I’m loath and fearful of the coming spite:
You are my only Hope, my Holy Cross.
Rendered in English by Constantin ROMAN, London, 2016
© 2016 Copyright Constantin ROMAN, London
