Miserere - God have mercy on me
Night after night,
the hassock in my room,
the only safe haven
against the bale anguish of times
reminding me of happiness gone by...
Worn from kneeling,
furrowed from wepping and sighing,
the purple velvet still carries traces
of time impressed with the Lord´s prayers...
Above, a crucifix in the wrath of God
reminds me of my insignificance...
My feeble and quiverving hands
are joined together,
convulsively around a rosary,
Hopelessly rising towards Thee
begging your -