Oh! Sweet mother, Oh! mystic Lady,
You were anointed by the powerful God;
He Himself was speaking to you,
And the fire of His words burned you...
Oh! Sweet saint of these Spanish lands,
Proud of the devotees, patroness
Of those whom give themselves to write books,
Oh! Merciful mother, beloved one:
Please let me sing your holy name
In these poems which I write!
Let me exalt your extraordinary greatness,
Oh! Sun which came for us, we, children
Totally needy of light and heat! Oh! Divine flower
Which has been perfuming everybody around...
When you write, its not like a pen dancing ink on paper, but scented idea or tribute or idea on time surface...What i mean, your honesty in writing is well seen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is great tribute to a mother having haunting expression with nice diction. The way of inking is attractive like a divine flower. Thanks for sharing.