O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
To you, the most learned and the most beautiful of Angels
God betrayed by fate and deprived of praise
To Prince of exile, who has been wronged
And who, defeated, always stands up stronger
You who know everything, great king of underground things
Healer familiar with human anxieties
You who, even to lepers, to cursed outcasts
Teach through love the taste of Paradise
To you who of Death, your old and strong lover
Give birth to Hope, a charming madwoman!
You who give the proscribed this calm and lofty look
Who damns an entire people around a scaffold
You who know in which corners of the envious lands
The jealous God hid the precious stones
O Satan [2x]
O Satan, have mercy on my long misery! [3x]
à Satan
You whose clear eye knows the deep arsenals
Where the people of metals sleep buried
You whose broad hand hides the precipices
To the sleepwalker wandering on the edge of buildings
To Satan, take pity on my long misery! [3x]
à Satan
à Satan

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