Las campanas

The bells that I hear, Virgin, tolling
Of the sad yesterday, bring back to me the evocation,
And I want to kneel beside you at your altar.
To render you with my faith, my eternal admiration.
A long time sighing I suffered
To reach the happiness I dreamed of,
And only your mercy, so sweet to me
To my soul granted, the grace I implored.
 
Today the roses in the garden of my hope
Blossomed as never before in my rosebush,
Under a warm sun of magic bonanza
That has frightened away my evil with its lights.
I no longer feel the overwhelming nostalgia
Of the piercing doubt I suffered,
Two venerable affections I have now
My saintly mother and the one I adore as I adore you.
 
Sailing on the sea of illusion
My longing was to be able at last to arrive,
To the port that I forged anxious of passion
And where my restlessness could rest.
And marching, my Virgin, in my vessel
Your inspiration gave to my youth,
The glory of love, romantic orchard
That tenderly offered me the flower of your virtue.