When on my rock, in this dear solitude
my island, I gaze at the sky and earth
in a brilliant red dawn, my heart's sadness
melts away. Brightness scatters confusion.
As the hours pass, a burden lifts from
my mind, my heart expands. Amid heaven's
radiance I recall my beloved.
I feel restored and remember how he
sweetly sheltered me. I see Elijah,
not in the flaming chariot--but as
an inward golden light transforming the mind,
replacing this low sick wretchedness. A
flaming ray, and I feel that which tells me
something of the bliss of eternity.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V XVII:17. See also B A2:13:62 and R XCIII:268 Translations: Roscoe 89; Lefèvre-Deumier 46; Thérault 176. Comment: this was sent to Bembo before his letter of July 25, 1532 to VC. Key