| O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,
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| A god fate betrayed, deprived of all praises…
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| You — omniscient tsar, the king of underworld,
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| The superlative healer of torturings and woe!
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| You — teacher of the lepers and maledict pariahs,
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| Edictal path and torch to hermitage of blithe!
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| Forgive my longing, Satan!
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| Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done
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| Forgive my longing, Satan!
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| Who, vanquished, recovers more strongly the arms!
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| O you — the lay of Death, an ancient true love-mate,
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| Engendered our Hope — that ghost ensorcelled fate!
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| You — granter to condemned that proud chilling glance
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| That curses from the scaffold the furious sentence!
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| You — knower in what corners of jaundiced territories,
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| A jealous God hid treasures that oriental trophies!
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| O, you whose clear eye all-knows the deep caches
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| Where, buried, lay in slumber the mineral of metals!
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| Forgive my longing, Satan!
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| Of all shepherds' wand and the heretics' sun
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| Forgive my longing, Satan!
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| Confessor of hatchers by your cruel serpent tongue!
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| Noctambulants' observant from their lunacy
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| On fatalistic verge by nighted fantasy
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| You — bones of the drunkard, eructed from the grave
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| Refurbished to the life, but all the same depraved
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| You taught us how to mix saltpetre with a sulphur
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| And how to console the frail human suffer
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| Adopter of the all whose hearts are full of rise,
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| Who drove the real Father from earthly paradise…
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| Forgive my longing, Satan!
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| Forgive my longing!
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| Forgive my longing, Satan!
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| Forgive my long… |