[00:00.00]Oh You, the wisest and most beautiful of angels,
[00:05.13]A god betrayed by fate and bereft of praise.
[00:13.43](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[00:16.24]Oh Prince of Exile, to whom injustice has been done,
[00:20.95]And who in defeat arises more strong.
[00:28.91](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[00:32.56]You who know all, Lord of the Underworld,
[00:36.43]And the healer of the wounds of humankind.
[00:43.38]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!）
[00:48.41]You who even to lepers and outcasts under band
[00:52.62]Teach through love and the taste of Paradise.
[00:59.89]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!）
[01:04.21]Oh you who gave to Death his faithful concubine,
[01:08.46]A child called Hope - demented but divine.
[01:15.17]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!）
[01:20.38]You who gave the outlaw the serene and haughty smile
[01:24.76]That from the scaffold damns the crowd.
[01:32.54]（O Satan, take pity on my long misery!）
[01:36.14]You who know in what corners of the Earth
[01:39.72]The jealous god has hidden the precious stones.
[01:48.59](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[01:51.89]You whose penetrating eyes discern the deep earth arsenals,
[01:57.91]Where precious metals sleep.
[02:04.35](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[02:07.90]You whose massive hand conceals the precipice,
[02:12.19]From the somnambulists on the brink of the edifice.
[02:20.04](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[02:23.83]You whose magic softens the drunkard's fall
[02:28.42]When flying horses kick him in the skull.
[02:36.27](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[02:39.65]You who, to console Man in his suffering,
[02:43.79]Taught us to mingle saltpeter and sulphur.
[02:51.58](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[02:55.68]You who set your mark, through subtle accomplice,
[02:59.19]On the brow of the pitiless, vile millionaire.
[03:11.97](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[03:13.24]You who fill the eyes and hearts of girls
[03:15.59]With the cult of wounds and love of worthless pearls.
[03:25.40](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[03:27.38]Staff of the Exiled, lamp of the inventors,
[03:31.52]Confessor of the Hand and the Conspirators.
[03:37.71](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[03:41.82]Foster-father of those in his black anger
[03:47.68]God the father drove from the earthly paradise.
[03:54.41](O Satan, take pity on my long misery!)
[04:07.56]Satan be praised, be glorified on high,
[04:11.75]And in the depths of Hell
[04:13.47]Where you must lie in Silence,
[04:19.38]Ruminating your defeat.
[04:23.41]Grant that my soul some day may find
[04:26.81]A seat under your tree of knowledge,
[04:30.95]Which shall spread its limbs
[04:35.20]To make a temple overhead.