In Front of an Image of Our Lady

So beautiful I was when I saw you once
In a dream, in the happiness of my youth;
I was asleep alone in a small, secluded bed,
And you came down from heaven and sat down with me.

Good morning, sunrise, together,
They are not as sweet as roses on your cheeks;
Exceed all the glare of the heavens, o Blessed,
The resin shone from your eyeballs.

A rose that blooms in the dawn of May
You look like a smile on your face, tender,
At the time you are with me, my dear boy,
The great Redeemer, who suffered and died for us.

His eyes are broken in a sleepy, restful sleep
Jesus on your chest his little head,
From your heart to your heart the goodness of heaven rejoices …
With you the angels with reverence look on with envy.

Blessed be the hand that drew you! Dija
She stole the stars, the beauty of the garden roses,
And with all your liberty, O full of gratitude,
Queen of Heaven, sweet Madonna.

I was so beautiful, I remember very well,
When in the dream of childhood I saw you;
Of your eyes, of your mouth was this sweetness;
And I’m in love with my mother’s name.

Dun Karm was called the “Bard of Malta”

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