You have pierced me, human being,

it wasn't for the first time and I believe it wasn't for the last time.

You even don't know it

but so often you are shedding my blood,

frequently I do not have the strength for you.

Then I retire into my palace veiled

in the morning vesture of apathy.



Still I haven't found inside of you

what I am looking for a long time.

Silently I just beg this wasn't phantasm...



How much more shedded blood and tears is

awaiting before my soul comes home?

The eyes of mine sow the wistful

longing on the firmament.



I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding

Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones.

When I advance on my way... I'll begin to pray for you.