(Cont.d)in a sulphur mine,
children’s lamentations, those lamentations
that seem sighs, and a prayer
dark with death,
(Are they mad or imprisoned?) and miserable
people starving and freezing and then the fate
of that unhappy soul
Who at evening time, his workday done,
raises his tired hand and curses
even you...
why then did they put you on a cross
if man is still a slave and he is crucified
still by Herod,
if Pontius is still alive and in the temple,
in place of merchants, men live it up?
Your indulgences?..
Give me, oh Lord, a flash of your glance,
give me voice of fire to damn
for my song...
And if by raising my mind to you
I sinned in pride, you, just and holy,
must forgive me,