Two times has the light of paradise shone
upon this earth: the first, the hour of
His coming; the second, that last hour
of his departure. And in his temple
to remember these we love, worship Him.
It's not that the heart must do this or how
deeply she desires that; it's does she
do what she can, in birth, life, and in death,
through the cheerful and the desolate days
when she runs for help to this eastern star,
who upon seeing her is glad, welcomes,
and stays with her. But after when his light's
hidden in the west, she grieves, the burden's
heavier, and she complains and cries to him.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V CXXI:281. See also B S1:149:159, from Valgrisi 150. Key