Jesús, incomparable perdonador de injurias, óyeme; Sembrador de trigo, dame el tierno pan de tus hostias; dame, contra el sañudo infierno, una gracia lustral de iras y lujurias. Dime que este espantoso horror de la agonía que me obsede, es no más de mi culpa nefanda, que al morir hallaré la luz de un nuevo día y que entonces oiré mi «¡Levántate y anda!» | Jesus, of injuries the incomparable pardoner, hear me; Sower of wheat, give me the tender bread of your host; give me, against the searing fire, a lustrous grace of lust and ire. Tell me that this colossal horror of agony that obsesses me, is no more than my own errancy, that in death I will find the light of day unlocked and that I will hear from you "Rise and walk!" |