From where I start, I feel my sins that my hand does not come.
I am spreading dark bucks black hearted spoon in the same way as everything in your hairs. If I spread four directions from east to west and from north to south, I would have sinned. Still you will forgive your loved ones.
Not so much of my sins, my Lord, that they may take you to your mercy.
I have worked hard, my Lord, but I do not agree with your mercy.
I have rebelled against my master but I am not beyond your limits.
I believe in my Lord, but I have the basis of all my trust.
My God has forbidden you proudly, but why do not you believe that you are my God? Why should I tell the God of ungodly times that you are my God?
My God, my father, conveyed the courage to speak about your kindness.
I will not say everything, but I do not feel sad that you even listen to those who do not get upset with my imagination.
That's why I know more than you.
I do not know where many times have I been able to know you. I just believe you. And I will keep on listening to you.
So give me mercy on me according to my standards.
O God, forgive us.
Amen or Lord Almighty