I felt for my crime a just terror; I looked on my life with hate, and my passion with horror.
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
My only hope lies in my despair.
None love, but they who wish to love.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.
On the throne, one has many worries; and remorse is the one that weighs the least.