Judge me in the morning, While the gentle rays of the sun whisper and dance at dawn, Before the deceptive warmth that caresses my body is withdrawn, And the gentle rays disappear like dew on a morning run, To be replaced instead by the scorching afternoon sun. Judge me in the morning, While the day is still young, virgin and nubile, When my dreams are still sharp and virile, Before time goes and their clarity is eroded, And the sharpness of my vision is slowly corroded. Judge me in the morning, Allow me the chance to valiantly defend my name, Even though my efforts may fail and I end up in shame, Let the light shine on me as I face the adverse claim, So that with courage and valor I may shoulder my blame. Judge me in the morning, Let me face my accusers in the glory of morning light, Let me stare at them from the pedestal of the dock's height, Let them know that I never went down without a fight, Let me torment their dreams henceforth for every night. © Pato