罗网是坚韧的，但是要撕破它的时候我又要心痛。
我只要自由，为希望自由我却觉得羞愧。
我确知那无价之宝是在你那里，而且你是我最好的朋友，但我却舍不得清除我满屋的俗物。
我身上披的是尘灰与死亡之衣；我恨它，却又热爱地把它抱紧。
我的债负很多，我的失败惨重，我的耻辱隐秘又沉重；但当我来求福的时候，我又战栗，唯恐我的祈求得了允诺。
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them.
Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room.
The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love.
My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
