Composed in 1757 according to this virtue:
“Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord.”
People dread descending to the grave to decay,
So that afterward they do not partake [in turn]
Of the place where eternal fire burns;
But death is sacred, our wicked life ends,
Transfiguring our wicked strife into peace.
O, this sacred death!
He who has a conscience clear not even
a blazing Perun does fear!
He does not burn in hellfire[’s tears],
He lives the life of paradise.
O, sin gives birth to death! It brings a living death,
From death comes hell; hunger burns the soul.
O, this savage death!
Blessed, O blessed is he from the cradle
Who has dedicated himself to Christ,
Day and night he reflects in His word,
Having accepted the good yoke and light burden,
He who becomes inured to this, who makes it habit[’s trait].
O, this holy fate!
He who has partaken of this sweetness can
Never plummet into the profane, no!
In nakedness, in misfortune he will not yearn;
Neither fire nor sword will separate him [firm];
Pleasure all the more leads him astray.
It does not lay upon his heart.
Except for him, who allows it to do so [in part].
He let us come to understand costly temptation.
Christ, my life, you died for me!
I should have given You my early years,
I give You all the rest!
Cleanse the stone of my heart. Kindle your flame in it.
And bring death to the passions and evil pleasures,
I live for you my light [my treasure].
And when I arise from my sins, when I adorn the heavenly flesh,
You will abide in me, and I will settle in you,
I will be sated by that sweetness,
Deliberating with you, taking counsel [here],
Like the sunset, like the rising sun.
O! This is an age of golden years!
1757
The End.