Veggio nel tuo bel viso.
From thy fair face I learn, O my loved lord,
That which no mortal tongue can rightly say;
The soul, imprisoned in her house of clay,
Holpen by thee to God hath often soared:
And though the vulgar, vain, malignant horde
Attribute what their grosser wills obey,
Yet shall this fervent homage that I pay,
This love, this faith, pure joys for us afford.
Lo, all the lovely things we find on earth,
Resemble for the soul that rightly sees,
That source of bliss divine which gave us birth:
Nor have we first-fruits or remembrances
Of heaven elsewhere. Thus, loving loyally,
I rise to God and make death sweet by thee.
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Comments2This poem touched my heart deeply. The spiritual connection that's depicted between love and divinity is beautiful. It's a substantial reminder that we can find righteousness and divine joy in the simple act of loving each other genuinely. Such a wonderful way of expressing love's power to elevate us, reflecting its true sanctity. It's profoundly moving.
This truly moved me. The line "The soul, imprisoned in her house of clay, Holpen by thee to God hath often soared:" was just incredibly beautiful. It's like love can make us touch the divine. This appeales so much to my sense of spirituality. Some deep stuff thier. Makes me think that love isn't just an emotion, but something far more profound and spiritual. Truly uplifting.