You have pierced me, human being,   it wasn't for the first time and I believe it wasn't for the last time.   You even don't know it   but so often you are shedding my blood,   frequently I do not have the strength for you.   Then I retire into my palace veiled   in the morning vesture of apathy.      Still I haven't found inside of you   what I am looking for a long time.   Silently I just beg this wasn't phantasm...      How much more shedded blood and tears is   awaiting before my soul comes home?   The eyes of mine sow the wistful   longing on the firmament.      I will give you mercy... even I am bleeding   Mercy and sympathy... the arms of the strong and longing ones.   When I advance on my way... I'll begin to pray for you.