345. ‘Spinse amor et dolor ove ir non debbe’

Love and grief drove my tongue astray

where it should not go, in its lamenting,

to say of her, for whom I sang and burned,

that which, even if true, would be wrong:

her blessedness should calm my sad state,

and console my heart, seeing her

so at home with Him who was

always in her heart when she was living.

And I do calm and comfort myself:

not wishing to see her in this inferno,

wishing rather to die or live alone:

whom I have seen in the mind’s eye lovelier

than ever, flying, on high with the angels,

to the feet of her, and my, eternal Lord.