О ней же
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Time and I, when we meet, we diverge again, like birds,
Or like a ship at sea, possessing nothing
Unchangeable. If I have sinned, then the offense
It will remain so - that’s where the most severe pain lies.
I have nothing to pray for, I don’t know how to live and what to do,
Horror this way and that. Give me true advice:
Because of sin, my life is a string of suffering; Will I die?
Woe! there is no healing for former passions then.
If this is my lot in this life and if it’s so hard
Her burden is that even death does not end her sorrows,
For on both sides the abyss opens up, what can I say?
It is best to trust only in Your mercy.
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