Like the bounding stag I have sought sensual pleasures and fallen into the lake.
I am the greatest sinner among sinners, unwilling to part with even a grain of rice to the noisy crow.
Like the fly buzzing about without any rest, I seek.
O, Father, tell me what to do that I may not die without your grace, and grant me your grace to support me.
Like the bull bearing heavy burdens, I have toiled carrying the load of my own grief.
Not knowing anything, I have roamed like the unclean animal feeding upon the refuse of the streets.
I am lower than the dog, which tires itself out with barking in utter thoughtlessness.
Holy Father, what can I do to obtain your grace to support me in my distress?
I have taken pride in regarding my darkness as light and my desire as the great goal.
I have wandered with the monkey of my mind in the darkness of the jungle, mistaking it for my kindred.
Oh, you who dwellest in the hearts of your saints, I have not the mind to seek the great object of life.
Father, what can I do to get your grace? Rule me with your grace.
I do not know the words, the knowledge, the rule, and the conduct of life.
I do not know the way of repentance, the power of your grace, and the path of righteousness.
I do not know the place where I can live the holy life, nor how to enter into the society of the wise, nor how to approach Heaven.
I do not know the direction in which to go. How can I enter? Whom can I speak to? What can I do? I know not anything.
I have not walked in the way of holiness, nor do I know the inward will of him who abides in the assembly of the holy ones.
How can I enter the world of my foes? To whom can I speak?
What can I do? I know not.