Every time I sinned a door half opened,
and the angels who in my virtue had never found me beautiful
tipped over the amphora of their floral souls;
every time I sinned, it was as though a door had opened
and tears of compassion dripped among the grasses;
but if the sword of my remorse chased me from heaven
every time I sinned a door half opened
and though men thought me ugly, the angels thought me beautiful.

*English translation: Yannis Goumas.