Engl. Trans  (Gesualdo)  Luci serene e chiare

Serene and shining eyes,
you set my heart on fire,
and yet it feels pleasure,
not pain
in the burning.

Tender and loving words,
you wound me,
yet my breast
feels no pain from the wound,
only joy.

O miracle of love:
The soul, aflame and bleeding,
is consumed
without pain,
without suffering !