SWEET JESUS, COME

Jesus, the sweet, come ...

Night smelling rosemary ...

Oh, what purity you are

the moon on the trail!

Palaces, cathedrals,

They tend the light of its crystals

Sleepless in the hard, cold shadow ...

But the celestial melody

It sounds outside ...

Celeste spring

snow, going, soft, undone,

and leaves behind eternal calm ...

Lord of heaven, born

this time in my soul!