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A simple soul I ran trustingly, with my faith complete and undisturbed, my will resolved and ready to drink life-giving water from the sacred vessel which held the ceaseless stream. God has said this will cleanse me, remove the dark veil between us, and show me the way to that hill He rose from; I will see and grasp how these thimblefuls soften every hard heart. But he says this is the world's open cistern, my thirst something specious, to drink, to cut myself off from His vast ocean. Thus as the seasons change, I wait and wander alone, praying: may the real pity in these waters guide us. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLX:320. See also B S1:173:171; no MSs; Valgrisi 174. Key |
