Satanic Oracion

Oh, you, the most wise and beautiful of the Angels,

God betrayed by luck and deprived of praise.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Oh, Prince of exile, you suffer injustice.

And that, even overcome, you stand with renewed strength.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Oh, you who know everything, great king of hidden things,

family healer of the human agonies.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, even the lepers and the cursed pariahs

you teach for love the taste of Paradise.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Oh, you, that of Death, your old and strong lover,

you engender Hope, that charming madwoman.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, who give the outlaw the haughty look and calm,

that condemns a whole town around the scaffold.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, who know in what corner of envious lands,

the jealous God keeps the precious stones.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, whose clear eye knows the deep arsenals,

where the metal village sleeps shrouded.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, whose long hand hides the precipices,

to the wandering sonambulo by the edge of the buildings.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, that, magically, you lighten the old bones,

of the drunken laggard, pecked by horses.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, who, to console the suffering devil,

you teach us to mix saltpeter with sulfur.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, who put your mark, oh, subtle accomplice,

on the front of the merciless and vile Croesus!

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

You, who put in the hearts and eyes of harlots,

the cult of rags and the love of sores.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Baculo of the exiles, lamp of the inventors,

confessor of the hanged and the conspirators.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Adoptive father of those who in their black colera

from Earthly Paradise, God the Father was expelled.

Oh, Satan, have mercy on my long misery!

Glory and praise to you, Satan, in the heights

of Heaven, where you reign, and in the depths

of Hell, where, overcome, you dream in silence!

Make my soul one day, under the Tree of Science,

near you rest, at the time when on your forehead,

Like a new Temple, its branches spread out!