Súplica Cearense

Oh! God, forgive this poor wretch
Who prayed on his knees for a while
Asking for the rain to fall nonstop

Oh! God, did you get angry
And just because of that, the sun withdrew
Causing all the rain to fall

Lord, I asked for the sun to hide for a bit
I asked for rain, but gentle rain
To see if a plant would grow on the ground

Oh! God, if I didn't pray right, forgive me
I think the fault was
Of this poor man who doesn't even know how to pray

My God, forgive me for filling my eyes with water
And asking you, full of sorrow
For the scorching sun to withdraw

Forgive me for asking all the time for winter to come
Forgive me for asking to end the hell
That has always burned my Ceará