I gaze into and now see that outside
this fiery overmastering Sun,
filled with life, all is dark, wrongs everywhere--
inside it love is chaste, and I'm drawn to
His luminous flame; early on He meant
my sweet small Sun--who still shines over me--
to prepare, sear, reduce, yes, clarify
my mind so now He enters--infinite
light has illumined my soul forever.
First there was a gleam, then a bright small flash,
a flake or ember glowed as after a
great conflagration. I always loved him
without design, no thought to gain, enchant,
in bliss now he knows this and prays for me.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CXVI:166. See also B S1:146:158; no MSs; Valgrisi 147. Key