Oh Lord, the woman who had fallen into many sins,
a woman that is conscientiously feels Thy Divinity,
a woman that she takes upon herself the duty of a myrrh-bearer,
she makes ready the myrrh of mourning, 
before Thy entombment.
Woe to me! I confess that night has enveloped me,
an ecstasy of erotic excess, 
a gloomy and moonless Eros of sinful desire.
Accept, Oh Lord, the fountain of my tears,
Oh Thou, who drawest down from the clouds the waters of the sea,
incline to the groanings of my heart,
Oh Thou, who in Thine ineffable Divine self-emptying 
hast bowed down the heavens.
