This food is miraculous. The soul sees
how everything came to be with a clear
inward vision, believes in, and communes
with the true God--I live for You, where You
are I begun, I will end, my master,
fed by Your love, humble, like a worthless
child safe in a parent's house, as only
I love you absolutely, Your treasure
in Paradise. You've shown You can ravish
Your realms with violent hands, later in
our stead beautifully utterly give all.
You made all that is to make us become
Yours--we use all our skills and strength only
to destroy one another and ourselves.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXXXII:242. See also B S1:18:94; R XXIII:444. MSs L (Tordi 46v) & V2 (Caruso f.6v). Key