1. My God, do not torment me, for I

    confess to all that has come from me.

  2. No recourse have I except my hope,

    Your pardon—should You pardon—and my trust in You.

  3. How many a lapse of mine among creation,

    while You have shown me grace and favor.

  4. Whenever I ponder my remorse over them,

    I bite my fingertips and gnash my teeth.

  5. People think well of me, though I

    would surely be the worst of people if You did not pardon me.

  6. I am maddened by the blossom of this world—utterly mad,

    and squander my life in it on wishful dreams.

  7. And ahead of me lies a long confinement,

    as though I had already been summoned to it—as though I...

  8. Had I been sincere in renouncing this world,

    I would have turned the shield’s back upon its people.

Sol 5.6