Gethsemane

The moon looks through the treetops To the Savior forgotten by everyone, And Satan has already entered Judas In the deft capacity of a tempter.

Tempted by wealth, by greed for money: Silver beckoned his soul. He saved and accumulated that wealth day by day And that was what ruined him.

And the Savior knelt in anguish In moonlit Gethsemane. He prayed... and sweat, like blood on his temple, It betrayed both grief and suffering.

And I thought, drawing a parallel: He had nowhere to lay his head, From birth we already have a cradle, It's so nice to rest in our beds!

He, abandoned by everyone, abandoned, Alone... He himself didn’t leave anyone behind! He suffered for us, so that the severity of the times Wouldn't touch us - He delivered!

And the moon shone with its soft light To the most beautiful view of Gethsemane, Illuminating that garden, sleeping Jerusalem: I don’t care about someone’s suffering...

But did Judas sleep, what did he dream? Maybe you saw a vile act? That, wandering through the garden, he goes into the darkness Or does he kiss the Teacher sparingly?!

Oh, did he dream of the dying Face, Distorted by the agony of death, How the torment will soon reach its peak... Oh, will it reach his consciousness?!

And the moon in the dark sky still sheds light quietly For both good and bad, Just like God's love has been for thousands of years Love pours out from the place of the Execution...