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Of sour pain and bitter dole
And the bitter pain and sour dole
For having ANTHONY your Lord offended
For having ANTHONY your Lord offended
Such a fire [them] in you alighted
Such a fire in you of love alighted
That the breast burned and boiled the veins;
That the breast burned and boiled the veins;


And to follow from the father´s land
And to follow from the paternal arenas
The seraphic Dux, the trail taken
The seraphic Dux, the trail taken,
Suddenly [to you] of so much heaven contended
Suddenly by you of so much Heaven contended
By naked foot you trampled the high Pirene.
by bare feet you trampled high Pirene.


The tired feet plants and feeble
The tired arrest, and weakened palms,
The flight restrain of your fiery toughths,
And restrain  the flight to your fiery thoughts,
Nor the desire of suffering [can] procede farther,
Not the desire to suffer goes farther ahead,


If the greatest pang is mourning, what do you feel:
If the greatest of any sorrow is sorrow, what do you feel:
While with nails, spears,  and thorns a lot
While with nails, spears,  and thorns a lot
Jesus you bear in heart with all your torments.
You have Jesus in your heart with all his torments.




In ROME, by the Mascardi MDCLXV, with licence of the Superiors
In ROME, by the Mascardi 1665, with licence of the Superiors

Latest revision as of 14:08, 18 July 2017

To the Glorious S. Anthony of Padua

In entering the Seraphic Religion of the Great Patriarch S. Francis

SONNET

And the bitter pain and sour dole For having ANTHONY your Lord offended Such a fire in you of love alighted That the breast burned and boiled the veins;

And to follow from the paternal arenas

The seraphic Dux, the trail taken, Suddenly by you of so much Heaven contended

by bare feet you trampled high Pirene.

The tired arrest, and weakened palms, And restrain the flight to your fiery thoughts, Not the desire to suffer goes farther ahead,

If the greatest of any sorrow is sorrow, what do you feel: While with nails, spears, and thorns a lot You have Jesus in your heart with all his torments.


In ROME, by the Mascardi 1665, with licence of the Superiors