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Adam, sitting at the gate of Paradise,
Wept and said sadly;
Oh Seraphim, oh Cherubim,
Who enter Paradise!

I was king in Eden,
Like to a powerful king,
For the only command
Of that fruit of that immortal tree.

On account of Eve my consort,
Who was deceived by the cunning of the serpent,
They took my beautiful ornaments,
And without pity they stripped me.

This only time that I failed
By the words of my wife I was deceived.
When I saw her so shameless
Despoiled of her glory as the devil,

I was touched with pity for her
Of the immortal fruit I took and ate
I said, perhaps my Creator may come
And seeing me and Eve naked,

With paternal love, he will take pity on us,
And will have compassion on me and her,
I heard the sound of the footsteps of the Lord
Coming to Paradise, and I was surprised.

With the leaf of the figtree, I girt my reins,
Among the trees I hid myself,
He came and called, Adam where art thou?
I replied, I am naked.

My Lord, I have heard thy voice,
I was frightened and ashamed.
But who told ye that ye are naked?
Or who deceived ye? Tell me.

Eve replied to him,
The serpent deceived me and I eat.
The Lord cursed the serpent and Eve,
And I was enslaved between them.

The Lord commanded, go forth
Dust ye were and dust ye shall become,
I pray ye, o Seraphim,
I lament, o, hear me.

When ye enter Eden,
Take a branch of the immortal fruit,
Bring and place it on my eyes,
And heal my obscured sight.

When ye enter Eden
Shut not the gate of Paradise,
Place me standing at the gate,
I will look a moment and then bring me back.

Ah! I remember ye, o flowers,
Ah! sweet smelling fountains,
Ah! I remember ye, o birds,
Sweet singing, and ye, o beasts.

Ye, who enjoy Paradise
Come and weep over your king,
Ye, who are in paradise planted by God,
elected from the earth of every kind and sort.
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