Vernal lively flowers with colours high,
Envied the hated dull thorns on Thy head ,
The earth and the sky, as temples did cry,
And with the drops of thy clear blood they bled.
Terror and fear, reigned with horror and dread,
Amidst the shaitans of the rancid deep,
As they distinguished Thee among the dead,
And in their canyons of hell did weep.
Thy sun shineth upon the obscure needs,
Thy wisdom shaketh the mind of the wit,
Thy peace, purifieth hearts from vile deeds,
Heavens are from thy splendor ever lit.
Through a drop of dew, the vast sky I see,
It thrills my thoughts, and my thoughts drift to Thee.
