Two glances overwhelmed with woes

Reflecting the echoes of a fall upon a bed of rocks

Such a hideous clamour

An agony that stained the azure

The light of the world

And the wretched olive tree

Stars receded with shaking grace

Degraded holy essence, the third hypostasis

Unaltered holy essence, the third hypostasis

De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine



It is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God!

Take heed therefore unto yourselves

Wherefore hidest thou thy face

In such a vain move of treason?

Rest assured

No veil in this autumnal could conceal (neither protect)

from the shadows of the deathless Sun

The worm is spread under thee



Et tous les bêlements de l’agneau vibrent ainsi dans la fosse

épouvantable sans qu’il ne soit possible de supposer une seule

plainte exhalée par le Fils de l’Homme qui ne retentisse pas

identiquement dans les impossibles exils où s’accroupit le

Consolateur…