Les Litanies de Satan

Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Oh you, the most knowledgeable and the most beautiful of angels
God betrayed by fate and deprived of praise
Oh prince of exile, who has been wronged
And who, defeated, always rises stronger

You who knows everything, great king of the underworld
Familiar healer of human anxieties
You who, even to lepers, to cursed outcasts
Teach through love the taste of paradise
Oh you who from death, your old and strong lover
Brought forth hope - a charming madwoman!
You who give to the outcast that calm and lofty gaze
That damns an entire people around a scaffold
You who know in which corners of envious lands
The jealous god hid precious stones

Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You whose clear eye knows the deep arsenals
Where the people of metals lie buried
You whose large hand hides the precipices
From the sleepwalker wandering on the edge of buildings

Oh Satan, have mercy on my long misery!