Gripped by sadness and that intense longing
which removes fear, this beautiful woman,
alone in the night, weak, humble, selfless
her only armor active soaring hope,
enters the tomb, cries, moans, and rocks, pays no
mind to angels, thinks nothing of herself,
trusting him wholly, she falls at His feet:
the heart which aches with love can know no fear.
The men chosen for this state of mind, this
grace, felt his presence like he were some ghost,
a fearful passing shadow to shut out.
And thus if we cannot infer falsehood
from truth, it is right to respect women for
an awakened, exalted, constant heart.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLVII:317. See also B S1:155:162; no MSsi; Valgrisi 156. Translation: Bainton 204; Gibaldi 42. A second in a series to Mary Magdalen. References: Mark 16:8-1; Luke 24:8-11; John 20:1-18. Key