Oh my faithful sweet Comforter, I can't

Oh my faithful sweet Comforter, I can't
deny this hour, place, century are
all wrong for proving to You most surely
how unchanging the passion and knowledge

I have carried within me such long years.
Not even slightly conducive, endless
beguiling diversions absenting me
from you. Still all the more shall I yet fix

my heart, never again turn my sail towards
another haven. The world's ruins, withered
stump, thorns, cruelty, shipwreck can't wrench me

from God's road if I think on death. I'm but
delayed by self-love, uncertainty of
what's come to think I'll be forgiven

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V CXXVIII:288. See also Bullock S1:97:133. Variant in MS Ve2 taken into account. Key

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