Have pity on my thoughts, oh Lord ,
they have experienced bad winds and times
I do not know the word to heal
and where, My Lord is that to seal?
Past midnight I lay in bed
I thought I rid and hundreds push
at the gates of thought and world.
Have pity, Lord, upon my thoughts.
The merchants quarrel now downtown
to enter the council of mind when ripe
not waiting for the day they fight
the times are hard and so is the wind.
I cannot sleep like an old man,
the thoughts are gathered on my doorstep,
they wait from me the destiny that
knows not the sweet word forgiveness.
I watch them and I see them run
like waves breaking on a rock
In heaven prayer ask for mercy
and where My Lord is our courage?
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu