ROSARIUM VIRGINIS MARIAE

Joseph Mary of the Eternal Wisdom


"You can bring as much, high Lady,
That those who were calling for mercy, but thirst not for you,
In vain sought to fly without wings. "
(Dante)

"... If we this prayer
regarded as an expression of love,
which is not tired,
To come to the beloved person. "
(John Paul II)


CANTO I

Hail, O Mary,
Beautiful as our mother Eve was,
When Eve of the tree of knowledge eats.

In fig leafs was wrapped her hair
And she prayed, God send my seed,
That free from death becomes my crowd of children!

Three angels came in the grove of Mamre,
And Sarah laughed with ninety years
And Abraham with his new name

Prayed, When we were in Chaldea,
We want to see the kingdom which God promised
My blessed heirs, how wonderful.

And Isaac to dine as a sacrificial meal
For Yehowah, saw in a thorn bush
The victim's representation, to be praised.

And Jacob sacrificed incense
And saw the stairway to heaven in a dream
And heard of the sublime blessing.

And Moses saw in the desert's space
In thunder and fire the mountain of God,
God talking inflamed in the bush.

In the shadow of your wings, O Yahweh, rests
The grandson of Ruth, the holy Psalmist,
The Messiah he praised in his work.

And Sulamith with her pigeon breasts
Looked after the God-anointed Solomon
And consecrated him to love with lust.

Isaiah foresaw the virgin's son,
To praise the Man of Sorrow,
Who redeemed Israel on David's throne.

And Jesus Sirach, to show the way,
He sang for the beautiful Wisdom his song
And praised Solomon's bride.

There will be the new Sulamit
Of him who is greater than Solomon.
Saint Anna in the Jewish district

Had received from the son of David
Joakim God's daughter in her lap,
Who was already in the bosom of the Spirit enthroned

And formed by the Spirit, sinless,
Free from all original sin of our first parents.
The thorn-bush Anna has born the rose.

And when she counted three years,
She went to the temple in Jerusalem,
That is holy to the saints.

The fountain of her blood was opened; shame on them
Which do not love you, epitome of nature;
Then the carpenter came from Bethlehem,

Of the tribe of Judah, in Jehovah's footsteps
He went, and from the other tribes some men
Met the most beautiful creature.

The Spirit of God wanted in her womb to lay down
The son of David, under her heart,
And Joseph he leads to the wedding,

That he receives blessings from Jehovah
For himself and the dearest maiden
And went in the blessings of God allways.

And Joseph was allowed to betroth the maiden,
The more beautiful than the daughter of On,
And she knew like Suleika not to rage,

And was promised only to the Son of David
And not to the son of the tribe of Benjamin.
Blush on the cheeks as red as poppies,

The man of the tribe of Benjamin went
To mount Carmel, where juniper grewed and flourished,
And dying was his profit...

But Mary, praying in the mind,
Looking in the prophecies of the Psalter,
In the evening, looking at blue flowers blooming,

There floats a snow-white butterfly,
The butterfly to those flowers in love,
Like daughter Sion loved the Lord in old days.

Then a man came to her in white linen,
With a belt around of Uphaz-gold,
With a chrysolit body in linen dressed,

In the face like lightning rolled his eyes,
The human form as pure jade,
Who spoke like ocean waves: Rejoice, O Grace!

For with thee is the Almighty's grace!
You shall receive, give birth to a son,
The Word receive as the Ark of the Covenant,

You star of the sea over the nations' seas,
The world blessing with the ray of hope,
Lady Wisdom will teach all the world,

So will be breathed into you the divine consolation,
The creative spirit within you,
As shown in the bridal chamber and wedding hall!

God selects from all the daughters you alone,
The Spirit is to none other so close,
The Son wants to be child of thy womb,

God will marry thee.- Mary said: Yes!
I want God's way! Yes, do unto me
According to your word, you man of God -

Then took place the mystery of marriage
Of flesh and spirit in the godly discipline,
Of God and humanity without Eve's woe,

The light fell into the shadow of death,
Eternity was united with time
And God in the flesh, in the fruit of her womb!

Hail, O Mary!


CANTO II

Hail, O Mary,
Educated by the Spirit, Immaculate!
The apples of love

Did Rachel give to Lea, who in Ephratha
Benoni in painful labours gave birth,
And sowed her motherly tears!

And raisin cakes brought wonderful
The shepherdess of mount Carmel, Abigail,
Whom David saw in her brown hair

And then saw Ahinoam, but
Both women honored the Anointed
And he engaged both as his wifes.

And the Greeks were taught by women
And taught by the despondency of Ismene,
They worshiped the courage of Antigone,

When the one remained, but the other arose
And brought a sacrifice for freedom.
Beautiful as the greeks' Charis Magdalene,

Who wove so happy her curly hair
And was as beautiful as Helen of Sparta,
Also knewn as the dangerous Magdalene,

Then but she became a lover of wisdom,
And had to the champion given her ear,
Who saw too employed in the house Martha.

The church also honored Blessed Evelyn of Liege,
Communicating with the Communion,
Often she looked to her girlfriend Juliana,

Both dearly loved the Son of God,
Who wants in the Eucharist to marry him,
From the ark of coventant's mercy seat.

The friends who want to dedicate themselves to love,
We, the poet and his beautiful Muse,
God may forgive us every sin!

To stand gazing at Zacharia's face,
Who may it be? That son of Levi
Sacrificed to the Supreme all his actions,

Like Abiathar in the time when Mefi-
Bosheth at David's table was eating in his home,
He was a priest, as at that time, when Ewi

Of Midian with the Israelites' crowd
Fought to send them to the boat of Charon,
There was a priest, wonderful to Moses

In that consecrated times was the priest Aaron,
Who votive offerings brought in front of the tent
And was not allowed to see the lily of Sharon

In the promised land, the New World,
Not even to see her, yet all dedicated to her,
Because these men liked the Eternal.

And Zacharias walked in God's hall
And an angel looked at Zacharias.
O soul, with sweet feelings overflowed,

Precursors proclaim the Messiah
And God will hear in the desert.
Hear how God worked in silence once with Elijah,

As Jezebel Astartes' marble loved
More than she loved the Lord, to the goddess look
The people of Israel, from the river to the coast,

Elijah but kept the Lord's faithfulness
And held his life for nothing.
God rebuked not in storm and not in thunder,

God came as on a swing, whispering as the light,
Sweet summer breeze soothing silent awareness
And shielding us from the fires of Judgement

And glaunced on Horeb in pure whiteness!
To praise God's glory, who can that?
Who can sing worthyly the beauty of his wisdom?

Let me look for the mother of John,
The priest's holy wife Elizabeth,
Newly wed to the consecrated man of God,

How she had to the Most High in prayer
Spoken, and the language was such as wind,
Prayed for the blessings of God's touch

On the child in her blessed womb;
When to the wife of Zacharias
Came God's blessing and his anthem sweet

In the most lovely figure of Mary:
All-Beauty, all earthly world's delight!
Praise her with the lamentation of Jeremiah.

She needs only to look full of grace
At Saint Elizabeth, her to greet,
The dear friend with the head nods,

That in all water flowed the girlfriend
Together blissful with the Prophet,
Who hopped on with delight! And sweet

Praising words I hear the girlfriend pray:
You are more than all women blessed!
The teachers do not know and the exegetes,

That Judith, who liberated the people of God,
And Jael among women were blessed,
Because they put an end to all the suffering,

Not so blessed were as you are! And these women
Is given a loud praise all over the world,
But you are the gateway to paradise,

Where again Adam lives in salvation,
Because you'll give birth to the New Adam!
I'm really a God-delighted because

The mother of my God, to honor her,
In my hut is coming! As you see the lamb,
That will suffer when it be sheard by the sinners!

Hail, O Mary!


CANTO III

Hail, O Mary!
Beauty is also consumed as a moth,
But I consecrate my song to Our Lady.

I've sung in the apparition grotto,
The fountain not in the plains of Israel,
Since the glory of our God

Extends also to the Gentiles. There's a rock,
In the south the Iberians and the Franks
In the north, mountains and high sunlight

Sank down of the sun's shimmer
To the Provençal-love's valley,
Where collect themselves the souls of the sick,

The lame and crippled without number,
Each bathing in the miracle-water,
That worked Mary in the election of grace,

She shared through the Messiah's grace,
Who want the physically and mentally weak
To erect graciously from all sorrow.

There laid the minstrel in the shadow
And he sang the high beauty's queen,
In mystical love Mary's husband,

She the mistress of his house.
He humbled his pride, humility is his pride,
He loved God's beloved

And builds a hut of cedar for her,
That he loves and works like Saint Joseph.
Before Mary's lovely mouth melting,

The Muse's son drank from the Muse's source
In solitude, very far from all the ridicule.
The Spirit flowed over from her grace

And suited him, very dear to God,
And married his soul,
At the rock, alone, in the appearance's grotto!

Inside the cave, the grotto,
Inside the stable of the shepherd,
There came the breath out of the ass' throat,

The bull, passionate with power,
With brother ass' stupid dull eyes.
But there is also the queen of the universe,

Any creature can like a slave suck
At the breasts of the Queen, and brother ass too.
Do you see the baby at the breast sucking?

And do you see the long hair also
Whichy the baby in loving care disguises?
Is there only frosty breath of winter,

In the eyes of the soul is but fire,
An overwhelming warmth!
The beauty is our loved one to celebrate,

O Muse, swarming with lyres in the sky!
Show us the eyes of Our Lady,
That looks so quiet and away from the tumult

Of the rich world. Looking through her eyes
And learning from her heart sweet love,
And envelope yourself blue in the motherly shell

And look with your soul: Do you see inside
The child in the manger, in the straw
Almost naked, covered only with the diaper linen,

So sing: In Dulce Jubilo!
Do you see the eyes of this child smiling,
Your soul will be basically happy!

Mary's long brown lashes fanning
Human love to the child of God,
Also brother ass breathe panting breath,

Saint Joseph closes the door to the winter wind,
In vain outside rush the demons,
In the stable is Our Lady with Jesus sweet!

But we who watch on nights out,
In the Judean mountains in the valley,
And open to the sheep the hurdle alive,

We also see the Son as a beam:
We see the heavenly angels shimmering at night,
In God's beauty angels without number,

We should not worry to be happy,
With us was the divine Messiah!
You will find whimper him in swaddling clothes

And snuggle up in the chaste lap of Mary!
Consolation is in the words of Job
And comfort in the Lamentations of Jeremiah,

She opens new doors of Paradise,
Where lambs will graze with the lions
And infants play with snakes of all kinds,

United live all people, sufferings
Will he healed, leprosy and scabies,
And Sheol below open to Heaven!

So he becomes a source of true joy,
The God of joy, he's near and far!
We see in the cosmic building

In this hour a colorful star
Like a carbuncle in the night,
We hear a song of praise to God the Lord,

The white Lord with the beautiful and colorful sparkle
To consecrate the high heavens,
Enlightening all dark beliefs of the poor,

Who were not listed in the Star's Maps.
We settle in the hair of Mary
And have a goal of our faith' journey:

A royal child! We sing songs
And give frankincense, myrrh and gold!
Bliss shakes our members!

Hail, O Mary!


CANTO IV

Hail, O Mary!
Yehowah wanted to bind Israel
To the covenant sign, speaking to Abraham

The Eternal, and Moses had to suffer
And had to suffer disease and in patience
Moses seemed almost to die, to pass away.

Zipporah took a sharp, long stone
With which she cuts the foreskin
From the son to thank the Eternal.

Manoah's wife full of fear of God spoke to
The angel of God, but he stepped closer,
The brightness of the glory light him surrounds,

Then Manoah's wife looked like a seer
And saw the angel of God smiling full of grace:
Your son is a consecrated Nazarite

For his God and should not drink sweet wine
And his hair shall not be cut,
Then the Philistine temple will fall.

So David would prepare his Lord
A solid house that God is no longer in the tent
As previously he had to walk through the desert.

And David's son, as it pleases the Lord,
Solomon built the temple of God,
The most beautiful temple in the world,

With ark and mercy seat
And dark night of God's holiness
In the Holy of Holies. And David's son

To Elohim has consecrated the temple:
Let your name in the temple be located,
Are but the heavens of heavens high and wide

Not big enough for your omnipotence' throne
So it was under I am!
To you I consecrate the temple grounds and temple crowns.

And the classic Achaia saw
A heart that his divinity consecrated himself,
There was the virgin Iphigenia

In the temple of her goddess, where the maid
Guarded the image of Artemis,
The whole world's circle honored it and far

Was her black stone's darkness
Famous and her breasts fertility,
No wicked tore the cloth before the image,

Which Iphigenia, the pious maid,
At times stated in the goddess' cult,
Since to Artemis was consecrated Greece.

The goddess of all virgins, full of grace,
She wanted to transplant her black stone,
And Hellas should in holy patience

And holy excitement dance praise,
Asia Minor flowed around the Mediterranean
And up there shining Phoebus' sun lances,

When Artemis went to Ephesus,
Wonder of the world was called the temple there,
Which also served the blacksmith Demetrios,

Who always saw the portrait of his goddess
And has a craft consecrated to her,
When Paul the province of Asia

Had reached who did not tolerate the goddess,
Which also some of the sisters had worshipped,
Who had borrowed in idolatry

And also spoke of Eros in the nests,
Dian but was free of Eros.
Who heard Paul speaking evil of Diana?

That has no one ever heard. Yes, it is,
As Paul before the wise Athena
The Unknown praised, free in spirit.

The mistress, but we believe, she had
Carried in the arms God, the Unknown,
And carried him to the temple consecration scene,

Where priests and prophet were praying,
So Hannah took with her ninety years
The son whom her heart's eyes found

The most beautiful in the lovely hair,
Blessed him the daughter of Phanuel,
Because his eyes were her delight.

And there came also the righteous of Israel
To Our Lady with the son:
He will be the annoyances rock,

Some will fall, Simeon said,
And he will save the chosen ones.
To behold him, my life is salary,

Now in the collection of the fathers to bed me
Am I ready, so it was formerly for Enoch,
I bind myself to the son with love's chains

And just at the heart of my soul's Saviour,
Blessed makes the baby Jesus my heart,
I rejoice also like the sea and island

And all the world rejoices before Jesus,
Because he humanity has chosen as his bride.
Mary, with the edge of a sword

Will torment of love pierce you,
If they prepare the sacrificial lamb of humanity
And silently tolerates it the lamb, it gets clipped,

Pity you will feel with his suffering,
You young beautiful mother of all pain
And magnum signum in recent times!

O woman, to you we light candles to Candlemas,
To you we consecrate the life of God's flame,
Glowing love deeply in our hearts.

Hail, O Mary!


CANTO V

Hail, O Mary,
You Mother of God, who loves children!
When I was born, the fog was clammy

And my poor mother was distressed.
But at Christmas at night were you, O maid,
I practiced singing under a tree,

Then was to the young singer said,
That angels bake in the afterglow,
Saint Peter stands at the gates of heaven.

The boy heard already of the word's bread
And David and Benjamin and Moses
And God's holy commandment.

Then I saw Jesus, as the sinless
Suffered, Peter said ignoble No.
Then atheism came with the prose,

I went to the communist society,
It brings into denial me and blasphemies.
My heart was dedicated to Baal and hard as stone.

When I watched the women, the young,
They were like personification of myths.
So I in paganism swallowed

And sang a hymn to Aphrodite.
I listened seers, gnostic and occult,
I glowed in hot lust and pleasure.

But God revealed to me his steadfast love
And my grandmother taught me to pray
Through her home-coming's holy patience.

And I saw the Messiah as a prophet
And saw the angel of the Lord as a ghost,
That my tongue full of praise blew

And my soul praises the God of Love
And to me the spirit of inspired Scripture
Talked about the prophetess Miriam.

O lead, Muse of Sion, my pen
And remember teaching me the Mother of God.
Your image in a pure maiden hits me.

I sailed on her in trawlers
And my marine waters sighed her
And my tears were salting my butter.

Mary Magdalene was with me
And my saint watching over me, St. Peter,
I was wounded as Teresa almost

By God's love's arrow from glowing ether,
I heard God in the Mass
And I want to gather me in the realm of the fathers.

Woe to me if I forget the saints,
Alone in order to recognize the words
And measure myself with scribes

And run after praise singers
And I, Mary away, I myself do not save.
Then gave me the Spirit of God burning love,

The breastfeeding no Protestant knows
And can not understand the Pharisees,
Because it burns in me Eve's face.

It seemed to me love's pain and always more painful,
In vain languishing in front of the most beautiful attraction,
Until God sent me a wise seer,

As a consolation for me Eve's love avarice,
Who told me in his melancholy night,
That blessing is alone in the cross.

Since that I'm in the winter night watching
And pleaded for Platonic ideas,
The wisdom in woman's beauty's splendor,

Until I see in the morning star St. Mary,
Whom Christ allowed me to worship,
Our Lady in joy and in sorrow.

Mary, drop from the sea of God,
Was the mother of Jesus, he subdued himself to her,
He allowed himself to be taught by her in Scripture,

Where their spiritual eyes beheld wisdom,
Because she teaches with creative spirit
God the eternal plan of salvation.

Mary has composed a hymn
And taught David's sin before Rabbah,
Where he destroyed Batshevas husband.

Joseph also felt like a dear dad
And to the little Jesus gave instruction
And taught him Jehova to call Abba.

So they went to sacrifice and praise
To the temple because they lost their son.
Through tribulation to their sacred promise

Mary and Joseph were also chosen
And Jesus saw them in pain.
In labor the woman's child is born,

In the darkness will burn our candles
Of nightly prayer. God changes
In the valley of tears with prayer my heart,

Because it tastes bitter often wisdom's almond,
It is only for the sweet almond character
The election. In the pilgrim's cloak

Mary, she comes to soul's consolation
And see wisdom as a child teaching
And talking sweeter than the honeycomb

To Scribes and Pharisees defending,
In Sophistry and sham
Not wisdom honors fortune's favor.

Only when Jesus' mother also helps
We recognize wisdom as a child,
A babe revealing wisdom free

And Ruach, free as my childhood's wind,
Who sanctifies us with our sacrificial lamb:
God-Mother, bind us in thy bag!

Hail, O Mary!


CANTO VI

Hail, O Mary,
Blessed be the voice in the wilderness,
The preacher, who lives in solitude!

Lots of people gathered at the Jordan coast,
All of them sought Elijah's spirit,
He wanted that the people lost their sins,

To convert the people to God, as it is said,
God himself would send the Messiah,
Who is himself the kingdom of heaven,

But the spirit of Elijah must come first,
He applies then the fathers to their sons.
And he was the son of Zachariah.

In the images of Italian Muses
We see John even as a little boy
With Jesus sitting by the beautiful mother.

God wanted him to leap with the Holy Spirit
In the womb, that none may mock this,
He should have refreshment in Jesus,

While he was still in the womb, so that full of God
He praises the spirit of Wisdom.
Thus we see him in the dark cave

Of mystical Wisdom, as the painter's spirit
John let look to the Messiah. whether you're there already,
Prophet of the Most High, you know it,

The honey bees fed from the nest,
Locusts boiled in the hot oil,
That Salome, Herod hard to you,

With her belly dance your head will mock
And your wisdom on a tray
Served the temple builder, the bigot?

O Holy inviting of everyone to the banquet,
Friend's at the banquet of the groom,
Whom praises John under the sun's rays:

We promise the sacrificial lamb,
Which the whole world rescued from its sins;
The scion of the royal David's strain

Can be found today on the day of salvation,
And is called Jesus, the Lamb of God, by name,
Salvation is to be found in his name.

With pomp and splendor of a bridegrooms
As the only wedded one to his world,
God wants him in world history's drama,

Featured goiung out from heaven
And revealing himself like the bright sun,
When the blessed light falls into our darkness.

And there flow from Hermon three powered springs
In the Jordan an up to the Baptist,
In mud and flood God appears in sheer delight,

In human desires grace emerges he
And purifies with the light the dark tide,
Life bathed in death's waters bathing,

In a lowliness the Highest Good rose
And in sin descended the faith,
In cool hate the hot embers of love,

And appeared! And in form of a dove
Came ont Jesus the Holy Spirit
And the God of wheat grain and the grapes' God

In a word from heaven to gis favorite spoke,
Yehowah has his delight in him,
The father of the son pours out the spirit!

The Lord was in solidarity with all of us
And he baptizes with the Spirit all of us
If we love God's Word sound,

Ransom us from the original sin of Adam!
Jesus gave us the sacrament of baptism,
He allows water to run over children's heads.

Ye disciples of John, tell me, do ye know
Him, the chosen Simon Peter?
The bible calls him the first of the disciples

And Jesus made him to the hero at his right
And appointed him to capture the people
With the word of God, by the glowing spirit,

And to proclaim the demise of the snakes
And to left his married wife
And to went his walk with Jesus

And to dedicate to the love of God his body.
And Jesus with gentleness cooled his wrath,
And he asked the spirit: write in my soul

The hope on the grace of God, reborn,
I hope the eternal union of all
Witnesses, they all were lost:

For my hope is only one: Sapience!
None as the Wisdom of God!
My Jesus brings eternal happiness,

If God sweeps away Job's pig manure
And Jesus comes in his parousia
And blessed is a Christian converted and Christians

Will live in the new Eden! - Holy Father Peter, see,
What just me blooms for a hope:
The epitome of the church, I mean Mary,

When the resurrection will come to me,
Will together with me walk in Love's valley,
Where sun-drunk the grapevine glows,

Where the cicadas chirp without number
And from the pine dripping sweet nectar
And where we walk from the Lord's Supper,

To the salvation's kiss, rhyme to rhyme
And mouth to mouth, O God, and flame in flame,
And we are forever one!

Hail, O Mary!


CANTO VII

Hail, O Mary!
Interceed, O Mary, for me,
You are together with Jesus at the feast,

I turn to you, to you alone,
And yet, my beloved, I must tell you something,
You know my heart's deepest shrine,

Before I let sound my voice,
You know it already, o queen of my heart,
You know the longing of the dark days

And of the clear nights, you know, I am
So thirsty for the beautiful grace,
After languishing thirsty for lust with every sense,

That I bathe myself in the full flow
And all the instincts to Love are blowing.
I'm not rich but with the wisdom of a calf.

I'm no angel, I'm a ghost in the body,
I am a word in the flesh, O Mary!
Shall I ask you for the beautiful woman?

As Adoniah Queen Batsheba
One day asked for Abishag the Shunammite?
All-sweet delight of Jeremiah,

See Queen Batsheva in the State
Of the wise Prince of Peace Salomon
Interceeeding in the royal council

Inserting the young son of David,
And see the queen's standing throne
To the right of her throne of the Prince of Peace;

She asked but only for Abishag the beautiful
And David was noble and all bliss,
Life-fed and sighing groans,

Adonijah would delight the sun;
She asked him, but the king said No!
Advocate, O holy Madonna,

On your request hears the eternal One
And forever it is the same at all times:
My Son, they have no wine anymore!

What do you care about the heart's mirth
And happiness of the bride and bridegroom
And all the joy of eternity?

Have mercy, over all our grief
The water tears in the eyes's fountain,
Pain and discontent and bashful shame

And Lethe's water in the gloom flows
And all our weather-dark moods,
And let the vine ripen in the sun

By thy holy prayer's murmuring
And divine magic spells
And let the Salomon and the brown maiden

Be drunken with the wine of delight,
As the dawn glows on her cheeks,
And let Sulamit, let her

Be resplendent with all the ardor of the cheeks
And let shine her eyelashes like lances
And let her hair hang like tendrils

And with the navel's pearl let her dance
And let her the Agape meal drink
And make the night a large whole,

O grape's God, let flash the cup
And let the lovers empty the cup
And sink like flying in the clouds

And drive drunken as in wild seas
And bathe in the hot floods of pleasure
And all single burdensome complain

Of bare faith and of mere grace
Again produce God's great Sphairos -
And let them rest on paradise shores.

So we know the hymns of Homer,
Who sung his goddess Charis,
Who gave birth to the god of love, Eros,

Shining so beautifully, o stella maris,
O Star of Venus over the quiet bay,
Very infatuated with her the shepherd Paris

Whom he told of all beauty's fame's fruit
And his divine Urania
I truly homeric ancient breed,

Thank you for the beautiful Helen,
The Queen of Sparta had been here,
Paris saw her with the charm of Charis.

She was as beautiful as industrious Martha
And her beautiful sister in the curling waves.
And on the floods of their marine drive

The womb of the morning streamed glowing
And fell golden on the seashore,
Where Helen and Paris in love rested.

He rested under the starry image of her breasts,
The more beautiful than a marble idol,
When he kissed the tips of her breasts

And drank the dew of the lips well-being,
They wanted with their kissing never come to an end,
Even at night, Callisto shone at the Pole,

The bottlenose dolphins in the Mediterranean romped,
When the lovers love each another in the flesh
And united's minds were lovely,

And do not be a puritan and be not too chaste,
With Charis' blessing made a pact,
Gulls cheered with wanton sounds,

Full attracted was the creative act
And man and woman were together, together
Adam and Eve naked, Eve naked!

Hail, O Mary!



CANTO VIII

Hail, O Mary,
Pray for us, the new covenant's Esther,
And pray for us sinners to the Lamb of God!

How lovely decorated was your namesake,
The beautiful Mary of Magdala!
The Amoretti built their nests

In the valley of her breasts' snow pigeons,
They had aloe and myrrh.
She lived at the Lake of Galilee,

But the cottage was her like a tomb
And demons of lust were her suitors
And sultry sweetness lay in the thick air.

Demons played her womb's lyre
And caressed her flawless breasts.
Who robbed, Sullammit, your veil?

The Prince of Tyre was approaching from the coast
And gave the wages of harlotry to the prostitute
And practiced idolatrous desires:

O Goddess! walked the thought through his forehead,
As he stared at the immaculate chest,
The Basha mountains snow-white firns,

Your harlot womb is the temple of Astarte,
Harlot of a prince I will call
The beautiful Magdalen, that wise woman,

Courtesan, pagans burning looks inflamed
For thy womb jade-white Temple
And see the deer running in your forest!

The goddess Asherah, you the example,
Have mistresses of all demons of lust,
Have flowers, open your pistils,

I want to live as a worm in your grave
And deep in your blazing Gehenna,
The Pearl Throne of thy womb's throne!

Then he applied himself from her hair's henna,
Because Satan saw coming near the Messiah,
Saying, O cypros flower, grape of henna,

Now the kingdom of heaven is indeed close to you
And the finger of God cast out devils
And in Sheol disappears Ashera

And the Spirit of God is preparing his house
And with fire he sweeps the hut purely
And dwells therein with gentle breeze

And my truth attracts and draws a bounty
And makes your heart to Jesus' heart equal
And for you he converts the Jordan into wine

And makes your heart of flesh, active soft,
And converts your heart's flesh to bread
And you can already live in the kingdom of heaven.

Then she let her henna red curls
As morning glow flow to his feet:
O do not drive it in the fishing boat,

Grant that I greet you in love,
The feet kissing, my eternal treasure!
Jesus said, Thou sweetness in love,

Tearing me is sin, the black cat,
She will play with me as with birds
And my chest by her claws tear in parts,

But I just feel love's glow
For Zebulun and Naphtali,
And never will be cool my ardor,

Even in the Garden of Gethsemani not!
I have on my holy Passion
To bleed and die! but never

I cease to love God, Son of man,
Heart and soul and mind consecrated! -
Mary's cheek glowed like the poppy.

O you also come in pure white linnen,
You girl, I want to feed you with manna,
I see two beautiful sisters ready,

Very slim and brown haired Susanna,
Almost as beautiful and charming as Magdale,
And then the round wonder-woman Johanna,

With red of chastity on her cheeks' snow
And a true heart in full bosom,
The Lamb's equal virgin Salome

With her harp of Sion's Muses,
She fell in love with St. Andrew,
And just as golden bells and grapefruits

Mary Cleophas measures the skirt,
The High Priestess of the disciples,
That no Joses forget us

And the woman in the simple pure linen,
The wife of Peter, we baptize her Timna,
Who loves the fisher and the fishing

And also have children, the little Simna,
That is a tomboy and truly bully,
In contrast, angelic little Imna,

So take a look to the sky regardless of his eye,
If Father Peter on the fishing boat
And Timna dances to the beat of the drum,

And we want to praise the mother
Of Peter, who had fever, Hanna,
Whom Jesus healed that she bread and butter can eat,

The Saviour was enough for her, he was the manna
And bread of angels in human form,
She was like St. Mary's mother Anna

And went there to live full and old,
In Jesus' presence of the soul's flame
Gone to Heaven to stay eternally.

Hail, O Mary!



CANTO IX

Hail, O Mary,
Help me to sing holy worship
To Jesse's shoot, the Lord of David's line,

And teach me sacred instruction
And let me on Tabor Mountain stand
And let me love my Lord's Transfiguration,

See Peter, James and John,
And let me hear God's dear word
And envelope me beloved in the golden cloud.

Jesus Peter lead away with him
And with him Zebedee's Sons of Thunder.
The Rock of Ecclesia beliefed,

With him, John's youthful beauty
And the other Apostles,
When Jesus on Mount Tabor

Was changed so gentle and wonderful
And a glorious man after God's heart
And his eyes maternal and clear,

When he was contemplating in spirit, mused
And spoke to the eternal Yehowah
And now began to reveal himself

And the limitation of his body broke,
Offsetting his disciples in the dream,
Was he the only one waking in truth,

Above was in a cedar tree,
Where else shepherds feed their sheep,
Where almond trees stand in the flowers' foam

And then started to fall asleep Peter,
When his soul was enchanted,
When the seer met Jesus on Mount Tabor,

The contents of all prophecy, even
The Eternal in the human person,
The wind stirred him his brown hair.

When he was approaching from the left of Amran's son,
Who was saved so wonderful as a child,
The princess' son on the lotus throne

And embedded in Egypt's wanton bed
And yet chosen by the Most High
And chained to Jehowahs election of grace,

Whim God dictated the Ten Commandments
And showed him the tabernacle,
Where he marries Shekinah of God

And was ordered to a nurse of Israel
But was not allowed to enter the Promised Land,
Just could look from Nebo into paradise,

When God blew him seven other spirits
And God buried Moses' body himself,
Received the spirit of the holy prophet.

You love suffering's severe feasts,
In love tormented you vanished, O Christ,
I see the vultures and ravens!

Then there came from the right to the Son of Mary
In an aureole of pure flame
The soul of the prophetic Elijah.

God gave his people, although many nurses,
But one is the mother of nature!
Who wants to ram her thorns in her breasts?

O creator and creature at the same time,
O Wisdom of God, you will rise again,
I see disciples go on your track

And beautiful women-disciples of the flames
And chaste in the circuit, the Mother of God
And I can see all the Church Fathers

And nuns apart from worldly noise
And see on the way also religious poets
And brothers and sisters of the wisdom incarnate.

Then in the cloud these two prophets disappeared
And Jesus shows himself on the mountain alone
And woke Peter in such prayer:

Up here is the house of the Most High,
Three rooms shall have the house of the Most High,
Jasper, jade and onyx,

To refresh us with Law and Prophecy
And with the new covenant of the Messiah.
But God wanted to dig a new word

In this new Sinai. Mary's
Virgin birth, the messenger of peace,
Stand alone without Moses and Elijah,

Aware of the crucifixion
And the certainty of his resurrection.
His face was like the sun blazed bright,

Snow white hair in the air breezing
And a bright white robe of linen,
In the body of glory to the deity every turned,

Exalted above the Tabor Jesus stood,
As king of peace to all areas,
One foot on the sea, and the other on the land,

He spoke from the Center of the Earth Peace,
The kingdom of heaven to all men,
And wanted to hear all here below saying Yes

And in the hearts full of living silence
When, as in a pure bridal chamber,
As from the heavens a voice comes to you,

Incarnate Love! He said,
And Simon Peter, full of God's showers,
For the wisdom of God all his heart broke bread

And they were united after the denial of mourning
And thrice love promised. The Lamb
In jubilation of death jumped over the wall!

Hail, O Mary!

(fragment.)