LUCIFER COULD YOU TELL ME THE ANSWER?
i am born gently
into this world of sorrow and fear:
i have little, and what i have is poor -
i am fragile, and will soon fall from here.
my dying is sudden and painful:
i do not know where i am going.
i rot, stinking.
have mercy on me, jesu.
probbly not a literal translation, but the best i can do. it's middle/mediaeval english, by the way.