by Aleksey Nikolayevich Pleshcheyev (1825 - 1893)
Translation © by Aliana de la Guardia

Молитва
Language: Russian (Русский)  after the German (Deutsch) 
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О мой творец! О, Боже мой!
Взгляни на грешную меня;
Я мучусь, я больна душой,
Изрыта скорбью грудь моя.
О, мой Творец, велик мой грех,
Я на земле преступней всех.

Кипела в нём младая кровь, 
Была чиста его любовь, 
Но он её в груди своей
Таил так свято от людей.
Я знала всё...  О Боже мой!
Прости мне, грешной и больной.

Его я муки поняла;
Улыбкой, взором лишь одним
Я б исцелить его могла,
Но я не сжалилась над ним.
 О мой творец, велик мой грех,
Я на земле преступней всех.

Томился долго, долго он,
Печалью тяжкой удручён;
И умер, бедный, наконец,
О Боже мой, о мой Творец!
Ты тронься грешинцы мольбой,
Взгляни, как я больна душой.

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Prayer
Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
Oh my creator! Oh, my God!
Look at sinful me;
I suffer, I am ill in my soul,
sorrow tortures my breast.
Oh, my Creator, great is my sin,
I am the worst criminal on earth.

Young blood boiled in him,
pure was his love,
but he kept it in himself
so holy, from people.
I knew it all... Oh, my God!
Forgive me, sinful and ill.

I understood his sufferings;
With only the sign of a smile
I could have cured him,
But I didn't pity him.
O my creator, great is my sin,
I am the most sinful person in the world!

He suffered long, long,
With sadness and heavily depressed
And died, miserable at last,
Oh, my God, Oh, my Creator!
Be touched by my sinful prayer...
Look how I am ill in my soul.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 138