I, Sinner

My beautiful sardonic light
Taunt, taunt, taunt
I’ve made my roots too thick
And they are too far into the ground

Der Herrgott gibt (gives)
Der Herrgott nimt (takes, takes, takes away)
They are too far into the ground to pull out now
Not even the most tempting of your tricks can fool
Those blinded by the rain

The light makes little Elysian circles on the ground
That are far away from my branches
I am unable to reach them

I shall sing a sad paean
I will weep onto a withering willow

Light is overrated, as they say
Yet it does not justify my desperation
Darkness is much too low for me
I am raised up

I am bare in my pale, pallid splendor
I do
In weakness
Turn all my pebbles to bread
And gorge, a horrible glutton

Digress to an everlasting presence
Only digress
But I do hold tightly to it
To everything that makes me better

The soil around me begins to crack
Dry, soon I will be barren

But suddenly
Desperately (as long as I clutch it)
The light is mine
Captured
For my own

My roots grow deeper
They increase in thickness
A sincere panegyric

I am no longer bitter
And all the ethereal angels sing to me
For
At least
A short time