The Cydalises

Where are our sweethearts?
They are in the grave:
They are more fortunate
In a better place!

They dwell near angels,
In the depth of the blue sky,
And they sing praises
Of the Mother of God!

O pure betrothed!
O young maid in flower!
Forsaken loved one,
Blighted by grief!

Profound eternity
Smiled in your eyes.
Lights smothered by the world,
Be rekindled in heaven!