I cannot wait for Saturday these days!
I cannot wait for Saturday these days!
It seems a bell will ring, and you will enter.
The Virgin will admire you from the case, -
How handsome you are and how tender!
And every night, I see a vision: there’s a stone
On top of me - much like a hand, it lies
Upon my heart. And I won’t rise up on my own
Until you say, until you bid me: Child, arise!
Translated by Andrey Kneller
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