Son of the Virgin, child of Heaven, on the ground

Son of the Virgin, child of Heaven, on the ground

Upon the wood of suffering Thou hast fallen asleep,

The wood that the pious master, meaningfully playful,

Has placed under Thy light dreams;

Flower Thou, still only encompassing

Half-lit in the bud the glory of the Father!

Oh could one see what images

Behind this brow, behind these black

Lashes, are painted in gentle alternation!