Rosa [English translation]

Thou art, divine and graceful

Majestic statue of love

Sculpted by God

And formed with ardor

From the soul of the most beautiful flower

Of most lively scent

That in life is preferred by the hummingbird

If God had been so merciful to me

Here in this ambiance of light

Formed in a beautiful and gorgeous canvas

Thine heart next to my spear

Nailed and crucified upon the rose-colored cross

Of thy panting chest

Thou art the ideal form

Magisterial statue, oh, perennial soul

Of my first love, sublime love

Thou art of God the sovereign flower

Thou art of God the creation

Which in every heart entombs love

The laughter, the faith, the pain

In fragrant sandalwood full of flavor

In voices anguished like a dream abloom

Thou art the milky star

Thou art mother of royalty

Thou art ultimately what possesses any beauty

In all refulgence of blessed nature

Pardon me, if I dare confess to thee

That I shall always love thee

Oh, flower, my chest does not resist

Oh, my God, how sad is

The uncertainty of a love

Which makes me suffer in waiting

To lead thee someday

To the foot of the altar

To swear, at the feet of the Omnipotent

In a moving prayer of pain

And receive the anointment of thy gratitude

After redeeming my desires

In clouds of kisses

I shall envelop thee to the point of my suffering

From all perishing