Goodness of others is not much to be
You, Christ, commanded me:
But the best of my power you know -
I only weapon gentle sense of control?
Other do not want to offend,
I do not want his village,
I do not need his ox,
At all is quiet I gaze:
Neither his house, nor beast, neither slave,
Not flattering to me all the goodness.
But if his slave,
Lovely Lord ...! I am weak!
And if his girlfriend
honey, as an angel in the flesh, —
Oh God righteous! sorry
I envy a friend to bliss.
Who's heart could command?
Who is the slave useless effort?
How can you not love amiable?
How heavenly blessings do not wish?
Look, languish and sigh,
But a strict duty to know how to honor,
Scarecrow heart a desire to flatter,
Silent ... and in secret I suffer.
