A Prayer For Bulgaria :church:
(Ivan Vazov)
And for the last time, raising his hands
To God: O, King of Heaven,
Our Creator, King of the kings,
Let it be Thy holy will today
I accept obediently my bitter end.
I bend my head in front of Thy severe judgment.
Thou My Lord did not hear our prayers,
Thou did not hear the voice of the Bulgarian people.
Thou hit us heavily for heavy sins –
Thy holy wrath was terrifying, God.
Thy altars were flooded with blood,
Thy kingdom perished – Oh, God, Thou art right=
I die too. But let my blood, God,
Put an end to Thy wrath,
Protect the people, spare my children –
My orphans – give them comfort.
Please soften the heart of the fearful foe
He has shed so much blood – let him stop shedding blood.
Please pour over the wounds of my wretched people
The balsam of your mercy.
Don’t leave Thy church under yoke forever
Don’t leave, o Lord, your grapevine
In eternal frustration. Remember it, have mercy on it,
The Bulgarian tribe. Farewell, my town!
I accept obediently my bitter end.
I bend my head in front of a severe judgment…
:jazzband:
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