Blessed is the soul who's drawn away from

Blessed is the soul who's drawn away from
this world, who's not been in sympathy with
the brief sordid journey, wretched, the soul
who's in love with it, to whom need and use

aren't enough; he must have all to live.
In that first bitter or last sweet moment
we die or go to paradise naked,
before God stripped of the world's velvet gowns.

How they'll cry, in search of lost time, when they
recall for the brief smiles of flattery
they prized what leads to perpetual grief.

Think that as we don't tire of evil
naturally, don't enjoy reason or
virtue, still we can be afraid of God.

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An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V XIII:173. See also B S1:35:102. Key

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