I dared, my beauty, from Angels stole,
From my visions and imagination wove you,
In prayers called you God's daughter,
And in dreams caressed, without knowing your name.
Unseen woman, star of my sky,
God's providence, hidden for so long,
And you are, my hope and all I need,
And I wouldn't have beautiful dreams if it weren't for you.
In the Church, I stood on the Holy stone,
And lit our two wax candles,
From them emerged only one flame,
And the Angel said: "These are your two happinesses."
As I prayed before the icon of Christ,
A strange intertwining light shone upon me,
And before my eyes, the same image persists,
So I kissed both the icon and your silhouette.
Forgive me, God, I do not make your likeness,
It is only the sinful soul that dreams and cries out,
And let the delayed longing from my heart,
Seek a cup of honey or poisonous drops.
Oh woman, my daring, from dreams and imagination,
I await your angelic gaze and some word,
And I wish, my flower from God's garden,
Your communion from your lips, and your soft hand.