If, my sister, the day of our departure comes
From this land that has been blessed by us
Do not despair, for this world is not ours
Our abode is the sky, the meadow of light
You were a "universe" at the beginning of a word
And the spring of a pure monastery,
Sweet in its harvest.
"Madeleine," if you ever leave her, she will come
Lamenting the separation,
And I will seek her aid I am
"Madeleine," your sister, or travel companion.
Does anything but the (Mejana)
Intoxicate the sparrow?
You bestowed upon me sanctity in my exile,
So, I wove from my sanctity
The sweetest of worlds.
And I dedicated myself to sanctity, a poet.
Be my intercessor on the day we meet our Lord.
I swear, when departure stirs its sails,
History will record: They passed by here!
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