1. In a hot and steamy bathroom,
With little water and crowded space,

2. Neither sitting nor standing feels right,
Each posture brings the same unease.

3. The pouring of water pricks my soul,
The drops like stabbing arrows tease.

4. It makes me think of hellfire's heat,
Scorching through my very bones.

5. Oh Lord, forgive this sinner's deeds,
Who fears to face you, the Great Judge.