Молитва Христу
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I died for the struggles of a woeful life,
What, like Euripus, carries us along the stormy waves:
Nothing is permanent in her for a single day.
I would like to live that distant life,
Where the competitor will receive the reward.
Farewell, people who love their lives,
I am leaving to see the Lord of the Lord.
Good One, do I dare to say? mortal body,
The creation of Your hand, I commend it to You.
How bad it smells, pathetic, ridiculous!
Look, O God: behold, it lies before You.
Now give me your hand, end my life,
Until the end brought me the bitterest evils.
Do I still need sorrows and cleansing?
I'm dying, dying in grief. But I will die for you,
My God! You dispel the darkness of suffering
For a dead man who is still alive.
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