Let a stone crush my own self-sufficiency, let
my good name be burned! My sins are without number, my sorrows are mountainous. How
can I paint my disgrace? My sorrows are enough
to split stones; men and women, high and low,
turn aside from my face. Hide-bound in hands and
feet, in body, speech and mind, inconceivable sins I
commit; lying, hatred, breach of trust, fornication,
I have sinned through pride of wealth; I showed
distinction between my two wives. I scorned my
father’s words, I was wily, sullen, quarrelsome;
reprobate. O listen, ye saints, ye men of experience,
in my heedlessness, I shall suffer my faults to
increase; O lift me up to Panduranga, I seek your
aid, O father and mother of mine!
my good name be burned! My sins are without number, my sorrows are mountainous. How
can I paint my disgrace? My sorrows are enough
to split stones; men and women, high and low,
turn aside from my face. Hide-bound in hands and
feet, in body, speech and mind, inconceivable sins I
commit; lying, hatred, breach of trust, fornication,
I have sinned through pride of wealth; I showed
distinction between my two wives. I scorned my
father’s words, I was wily, sullen, quarrelsome;
reprobate. O listen, ye saints, ye men of experience,
in my heedlessness, I shall suffer my faults to
increase; O lift me up to Panduranga, I seek your
aid, O father and mother of mine!