TO HEAVEN

Refulgent source of light, sublime and new,
my native Heaven, opulent with light,
without a veil or shadow, house of truth,
to wisdom bringing harmony, delight.

Oh splend'rous realm, so far away you are,
so distant from the mortal waning veil,
divine as Argo, risen up in flight,
forgiving sins however we may fail.

Oh Native land! For you this wand'ring soul,
laments and grieves in its confinement, locked,
each moment, led stumbling aimlessly through time

That perfect beauty which inflames my heart,
may it afford me strength and fortune fair,
so where love rises will the lover climb.