If only on those days when my hallowed

If only on those days when my hallowed
Sun dazzles the eyes, its noon radiance
shaped the beautiful thoughts of a loving
mind beyond the clouds everywhere one looked,

there'd be no need for blind people to seek
knowledge from the stars they worship in this
or that hemisphere: one ray of this Sun's
fiery light would reveal what is real

power, real magnificence. A dark thick
fog of passion dims perception, and weak
mental vision sees but earth's lesser lights,

can be deflected and waver, but fixed
is the passionate urge to find meaning
now in the stars, now in the Sun Himself.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V L:210. See also B S1:85:127; MS V2; Valgrisi 86. Key

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