Monk, I envy your prayers...

 Old monk,
what are you praying for
All night long.
You see, an old monk,
isn't it
The eyes of the Virgin Mary
are so similar
 to the eyes
the one because
of which
You have become a monk.
From the prayers
 of the old monk,
 you are completely tired,
 and your eyes
 are clouded
by the morning.
And you look
at the image
of the Virgin Mary,
and you see
the eyes of a girl.
The girl you were
 in love
with in your youth.
Oh, old monk,
you pray all night
to forget her eyes.
Oh, young monk.
What are you
 praying for
All night long?
You read
 prayers all night.
But at the end
 of the night,
 a tired look
He sees
 only the eyes
In the guise
of the Virgin Mary.
The eyes
are so similar
to the eyes
The girl
you fell in love
 with too much.
Girls with eyes
that are
surprisingly
similar to the
eyes of the Virgin Mary.
O young monk,
 when you spend
 the whole night
in prayer in the morning,
you see eyes
that did not allow
you to live
in the mundane world.
 

A monk with a wise look,
you know the mundane.
Monk, you are trying
to enter
into the non-existent
 with the help
 of prayers.
Monk, I must be jealous
of your prayers ...
Monk, I envy your prayers ...