Hristo Botev - My Prayer lyrics

O my God, my righteous God. Not you, in heaven apart, but you, who are within me, God - within my soul and heart… Not you, to whom the holy priests and monks must genuflect and all of orthodoxy's beasts light tapers in respect; not you, who once created man and woman from the dirt, then allowed their human clan to be as slaves on earth; not you, who have anointed kings, popes, patriarchs and others, and abandoned to their suffering all the poor, my brothers; not you, who but instruct the slave by calm and prayer to cope and then sustain him to the grave upon his empty hopes; not you, the true God of the cruel, the liers and the sham, not you, the idol of the fools and the enemies of man. But you, God of the human mind, defender of the slave; it soon shall be that all mankind shall celebrate your day. O God, inspire in every man a love of liberty that they may fight as best they can the people' enemies. Make powerful this hand of mine for the rising of the slaves; I'll join them at the battle-line that I may find my grave. Do not let this stormy heart grow cold in foreign lands, let not my voice in silence pa** as if through desert sands.