Passing through a road
in the last of these days
where I was
my eyes first appeared
in that part where I was
nine times since my birth
& began to weep
& weeping
the pleasure of the lord
in my chamber a cloud
in the vulgar speech
it is my purpose to copy
I did not understand
something which burned
that which I had said to myself
the words which it is my purpose to copy
in my least pulses
Jesus Christ
these having passed out
my eyes first appeared
in the middle
one intoxicated
salute arrived at me
the animal spirit
in a blood-red cloth
clothed in the purest white
& becoming purple
a signor of aspect fearful
to the beholder
sighs
dwells in the chamber
of this painful city
and becoming people
in its proper gyration
began to weep & weeping
the pleasure of the lord
had thus destroyed me
he made her eat
all the limits of happiness
in the vulgar speech
of this painful city
in its proper gyration
& becoming people
the colour of fire
come from distant parts
of the 12 parts
my imagination disappeared
in a blood-red cloth
my dream was broken
in my least pulses
Jesus Christ
little could be read
of the 12 parts
except a few
at least their sense
clothed in the purest white
the colour of fire
I should signify
where I was
in the vulgar speech
I would speak words
taken from the book
of this painful city
with power to make others weep
in its proper gyration
all the limits of happiness
of this painful city
in my least pulses
their distant friends
passed by a road
in a blood-red cloth
come from distant parts
more piteous
in the middle
except a few
& becoming purple
had thus destroyed me
a signor of aspect fearful
in the middle
of maturer age
when we do not know
their distant friends
after this tribulation
passed by another road
where I was
a lady who shall be
the colour of fire
to the beholder
one intoxicated
in its proper gyration
in the middle
of that gentle one
of maturer age
to the beholder
of the 12 parts
where I was
more piteous
things which are not here present
deigned to salute me
come from distant parts
of this painful city
in the vulgar speech
I am thy lord
the lady of peace
in my least pulses
come from distant parts
& becoming purple
time that many people came
except a few
the glory of him
requited in the other world
come from distant parts
Jesus Christ
he made her eat
the animal spirit
little could be read
more piteous
joy in himself
a signor of aspect fearful
in its proper gyration
my eyes first appeared
clothed in the purest white
that part where I was
passing through a road
the colour of fire
I did not understand
Jesus Christ
that which I had said to myself
considering their nobility
the pleasure of the lord
& becoming purple
at least their sense
dwells in the chamber
deigned to salute me
had thus destroyed me
where I was
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