May the Sun I'm forever imploring
pour perpetual light into my mind's
recesses, not play upon its surface
with quickly fading gleams, now here, now there,
May I be warmed and dazzled by Jesus'
fire, his life-giving heart; may these slow
ever so late embers in my heart burn
strongly wherever I go forever.
Affliction has burnt, measured, and strengthened,
yearning for God's light, has quieted me,
but alas for this encounter I lack
the strength. Now, dear Master, do it, bend, break,
overthrow me; make me dwell in your light,
be and know nothing but your serene flame.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XXII:182. See also B S1:53:111; R XI:419-20 (bad text). MSs: L & V2; Valgrisi 53. Key