This was actually an assignment I had to do for one of my master exams. It was a surprise to discover I can obtain such results :D

The original poem:

Easter Wings
by George Herbert

 

Lord, who created man in wealth and store,

   Though foolishly he lost the same,

      Decaying more and more,

        Till he became

           Most poor:

           With  thee

        O let me rise

   As larks, harmoniously,

  And sing this day  thy victories:

Then shall the fall further the flight in me.

 

My  tender  age  in  sorrow   did   begin:

   And still with sicknesses and shame

      Thou  didst  so  punish  sin,

         That  I  became

           Most thin.

           With  thee

        Let me combine

      And feel this day thy victory:

   For,  if  I  imp  my  wing  on  thine

Affliction shall  advance the  flight in  me.

My paraphrase:

Inner Flight Outer Fall

 

Dear God, further your flight in me

and let me praise you in my songs!

For you have made me in abundance

and though you gave me breath from yours

I wasted all until I grew so little…

So small was I, You had to step

on sin! So sick was I, so thin!

Should I rejoin with you I know I’ll fly again.

Give me your wings and I shall graft mine in…

Dear God, advance my fall in you!