From 'clear, Sweet Fresh Waters...'; By F. Petrarch Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello

I believe she's the only woman for me
She who immersed her lovely limbs
In this clear, fresh, sweet water [..],
Where love ran me through with her nice eyes [..].
Let my body be buried here,
And my naked soul return to its own shelter [..].
The beautiful docile female beast will return
To that place where she saw me
That blessed day of our met [..].
Let her obtain the divine mercy for me [..].
From the branches
(Sweet in the memory)
A shower of flowers came down onto her lap [..].
Her new image was divided
From the old one
I believed I was in heaven
Not in earth where I was [..].
I've been loving that grass
Since that moment [..].
If you had the desired ornaments
Boldly could
Get out of the wood and go into mankind.