Молитва ко Христу
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I died for this miserable life, which, like Euripus, rushes here and there, having nothing permanent even for one day. I wish to live that long life that is appointed as a reward for those who labor well. Those who enjoy life here, enjoy it; I will see the Lord with joy. I dare to tell You something, Blessed One! I lay this body, given by You, the creation of Your hand, before You as exhausted, weakened, stale. Here it is spread out; look! I'm exhausted. Come to me now, extend your hand to me, end my life before some worse end meets me. Why else are suffering and purification needed? I perished, I perished in the midst of disasters; but I die for You. You are my God; You dispel the darkness of suffering.
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