If you could catch a sparkle of the light
through which the cross for an instant unfolds
that great mirror--instead I see you caught
in foolish useless efforts, driven wild
in this dry rough desert--perhaps I'd glimpse
that dark cloud that hovers over, obscures
your radiance vanish, and then you'd grasp
all the world has given or can give made
you only less happy and less secure.
You'd see the enemy's net, adhesion,
the hooks, and your mind's burden fall away.
When we love God's realm and reason rules us,
we can unknot those vehement bitter
feelings, bonds, if and where they ensnare us.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V CLXII:322. See also B E11:208; no MSs; in 1548 Valgrisi; 1693 Bulifon; 1760 Rota. Key