No more dread now;
my pain is confirmed, anxiety, real
as my beloved is gone forever.
No more uncertainty, useless longings
the world's beauty is too unimportant
to lift a great weight off a wretched heart.
Memory, sadness, a burning within
makes my face wetter and my breath hotter
as my anguish ought to match his courage;
he can't be dead in the earth or with God
as his strength delighted men and angels:
he's here like the sunlight, there as a god.
From B A2:10:60. MS Bo. A madrigal. Key