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Unearthly flame, when you envelope me
compell me, all but your flame vanishes: the outer world melts away, the inner-- at once secure and fed by a burning passion for your strength, something without form, without shape, not involved with the body, something not to be ensnared by the flesh, the world, or the self, an essence which on itself lives, assumes all cares, never tired or strained, an immortal flame struck on my frozen heart's inner rock warms it, illumines, and softened, I yield, love, and believe; at first I resisted, ungrateful, now quiet, I pray from within for more. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V CXXII:282. See also B S1:150:160, from Valgrisi 151. Key |
