In his spirit I confide
A yearning consumes his beautiful face,
so weary, shadowed by goodness, and almighty
His body does not move
In dreams his force gets carried away at last
In the wailing rejoicings I recognize you,
the ones that shatter my holy peace;
his silenced mouth his sleeping bosom
softly awaiting the sweet passion
His body does not move
In dreams his force gets carried away at last