Oh God, I give those tears and my philanthropic feelings
Thought my innocence also, begging for mercy
In your five good senses, do not break
a such beautiful gift, nor your heart deny them safe

I inclined my chair all tired yet with a high fever
of a night turns to fire into my layers
Let my plea, before your pity
Carry on those old times which may bring peace

Let your mind rest instead
Stop defending a vindictive plea
thought the storm of anger is over and the book is set
Perhaps I'll use for little while your caring test.