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O Angel, the most brilliant and most wise,

A God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,

O Prince of exile, you who have been wronged,

Who, even conquered, rises yet more strong,

Satan, take pity on my misery!

Great king who knows the lore the earth imparts,

Intimate healer of our anguished hearts,

Who sees that women's hearts and eyes sustain

The love of rags, the cult of wounds and pain,

Satan, take pity on my misery!

Glory and praise to Satan, where you reigned

In Heaven, and in depths of Hell the same,

Where now you dream in silent reverie!

And may my soul take rest beneath the Tree

Of Knowledge with you, when above your head

Like a new Temple, those great branches spread!

Whose magic gives a strength to ancient bones

Of drunkards trampled on the cobblestones,

Who, to console us in our fearful lot,

Taught us the mysteries of shell and shot,

Adoptive father of those ostracized

By God, and banished from his paradise,

Whose magic gives a strength to ancient bones

Of drunkards trampled on the cobblestones,

Who, to console us in our fearful lot,

Taught us the mysteries of shell and shot,

Satan, take pity on my misery!