Had I known that which lay in store for me

Never would I have drunk from holy cup.

I sanctified man in all my glory ,

Healed their wounds by spilling of righteous blood.


O Father, why have I been forsaken?

Nailed to the tree I thought the thing complete:

Creation bathed in light, Your fury sated,

And I to take my place right of your seat.


I let the doubters inspect my holed hands

And told them that I’d ended suffering.

They watched Savior of man ascend

But did not see the bright gates shuttering.


May Your will be done in Gehenna as it is on Earth.

But the wine is boiling, the bread is burnt.