I never heard from your ardent mouth

consolation word to my sufferings!

I told you my sorrows... That dozens

of times, you saw my weeping, fluent!

Nor once, nor a single once

you told me word!... One day, just

you extended me your small hands

and your glance of merciful irradiation.

You united my hands to yours, chaste,

in mine your sight you fixed and numerous

relief sentences in it I translated.

In your glance I found effective, benign

soothing to my weeping soon calm —