I make a self-inspection of my sinful soul,
I’m sincerely sorry for all my failings.
Me, a common sinner, try to be in control
Of my thoughts, and actions, and words, and feelings.
Like a poison, my sins get into my bloodstream
So my confession seems to be the best cleansing
To give me hope and warm me up like a sunbeam.
Should I expect a strong punishment for sinning?
In my garden the most beautiful flowers
Are overwhelmed by all my sins – prickly weeds.
But I belong to the pious and obedient sinners
Who try to placate God’s anger doing good deeds.
My sincere examination of conscience –
The quiet time of the unique contemplation
When I’m allowed to be one of stray lost lambs
Who shudder to think of eternal damnation…