1. I've been ill for so long, my absence grew long
Yet I'm not cured, nor have their favors run out

2. My friends were pained, so I shared in their pain
Grieving for my home in even worse pain

3. If not for martyrdom easing my anguish
And the sweetness of faith like lost honey

4. O Lord, since fate leads to decay
Allow Your servant once prepared the way

5. And if cured, won't I just fall ill again?
Yes, since for eternity there is no blame

6. I was and will be sick again tomorrow
So why hope to live beyond sorrow?

7. I do not seek to prolong this life
That will surely end, so give me relief

8. Unless You wish to increase my reward
Then lengthen my life as You see fit, O Adored