The one who does not know how to ask said:This time, too, my father, this time, too,Deliver my soul, returned from Hell,From wrath and indignation.Because words are insufficient to depict the HellBecause death has no idiom,And I, who do not know how to ask,Am tongue-tied sevenfold.Because I was commanded to wander on long roads—No joy, no tranquility, no rest.Because I was commanded to look at the torment of babiesTo pass over the dead bodies of infants.Because they beat my eyes with...