Oh Lord, my God,  I fell asleep,

No longer in a state of grace,

No longer a beautiful woman, 

No longer a poet, beloved by the Emperor,

I am a harlot, like Mary Magdalene,
A sister of the Christ - dazzled by the myrrh,
By an acre of sorcery,

Destroyed by a terrible moon
By the time of the month; by everything being too late, or too soon.

By the phases of the moon.
Give me your tears, Lord, let me wash your feet,

Let me wash away your Golgotha fear. Lord. 

Draw near. We all die Lord. The place of the skull lives
Now within the waters of the sea
Tides rise in my heart – Lord - for thee,

Listen to the sighing of my heart Lord.
Your bedroom is empty now.
Let me so-destroy your thighs,

That my sin will keep us both alive

Rise and forgive me, I am your Kassia, 
In the Paradise Of the Twilight,
I cry, I fear, hide me away, Near. Draw near.

At the crimson gates of Constantinople, an abyss opens up before me:
How do I make up my mind to live?

For, I am not your servant, Lord, but your lover.