O God, even to call myself a wretch takes a long time, for there is no one in all the earth as inauspicious and vile as I. From the very moment of my birth, I have practiced nothing but falsehood. I do not know righteous conduct even in dreams. I am a pure mine of faults. Devotion, compassion, sacred stories, I cannot even bear to hear of them. My mind is ceaselessly tormented by sense-pleasures. I am the lowest of the low, more degraded than the most degraded. Lust, anger, hypocrisy, ego, arrogance, pride, and jealousy, these are my true home. Kindness to others is my enemy. In slander, malice, treachery, and betrayal, I have shown no laziness. I have mocked the saints, that which should never be done. I have consumed what should not be consumed. I did not heed my father's words. My gaze was always fixed on another's door and another's wealth. Unspeakable deeds have been done, beginning with sins too shameful to name.