Zahorzc Bed part 7 Video (MV)

In Zahor's bed? In the bed of Zahor
A wild man in the forest calls out in terror
His dreadful body trembles like an aspen
And sweat breaks out from his stiff forehead skin
Zahor's bed! - Zahor is the name
Often spoken by my mother
When she taught me to weave mats
When she laid me on moss with mats
And covered me with a wolf's skin
And now in hell is Zahor's bed
But tell me you - you servant of God
What awaits Zahor on the hellish bed?
God's hand of vengeance is just
But his eternal judgment is hidden
I do not know your hellish torments
But your crimes are no less
Or know that the devil, hearing those words
Horrified at the punishment of Zahor's bed
Returned the bloody record without delay
The century-old pine on the hillside
Proudly stretches its forehead to the sky
Even if the axe comes, the pine bows its head
And the heavy fall shakes the earth
The wild forest bull in the abundance of its strength
Uproots powerful trees in the forest
Pierced by a spear, it staggers for a moment
And falls, roaring in mortal pain
So the forest man. Defeated by that news
He falls to the ground in mortal fear
He screams and writhes, beats his head with his fists
Embracing the pilgrim's feet in the dust
Have mercy, help, help, man of God
Do not let me reach the hellish bed
Do not speak to me like this, I am a worm, equal to you
Lost forever without God's mercy
Turn to her, beg her for a cure
And do penance in the right time yet
How am I to repent? See here on my stick
Those rows of notches, how many there are
Count them, if you can - each mark
Each notch is one murder
And the pilgrim lifts up, bends to the ground,
Zahor's stick - the trunk of a mighty apple tree
And sticks it into the hard rock's forehead
Like a thin twig into ploughed earth
Here kneel before the witness of your terrible deeds
Kneel day and night, cruel sinner
Do not count time, do not care for thirst, hunger
Only count the row of your crimes
Regret and beg God to erase the guilt
Your guilt is great, fleeing, without example
Without example let your repentance be
And without end is God's mercy
Here kneel and wait - until at one time
I will return to you out of God's mercy
So says the pilgrim, and goes on his way
And Zahor kneels, kneels incessantly
He kneels day and night - he does not drink, he does not eat
Sighing, he begs for God's mercy
Day after day passes; snow is already gathering
Icy frosts are already coming
And Zahor kneels, does not stop begging
But he waits in vain for the pilgrim
He does not come, he does not return to him
God be merciful to the repentant man