Iara (Rasga o Coração)

If you want to see the immensity of the sky and sea
Reflecting the prismatization of sunlight
Rip the heart, come lean over
Upon the vastness of my suffering

Rip it, for you shall see
Inside the pain sobbing
Under the weight of a cross
Crying tears
Angels singing divine prayers
God setting the rhythm to their poor sighs

Absorb all the scent that lingers
Through the thorny blooms of my pain
See if you can read in its pulsations
The white illusions and what it says in its moaning
And what it can't say in the palpitations
Listen to it gently, softly beating
Chaste and purplish in a vesperal lament
Purer than a candid vestal

You shall hear a hymn
Only flowers singing
Over a sea of petals
Undulating with pains
Madly calling you, guardian angel
In the eagerness to see you or to die

Angel of forgiveness! Flower come open
This heart in the spring of this pain
Upon blooming, magician smile on your crimson lips
You will see my passion smiling at God

Palm from the Empyrean
That comforted Jesus on the cross
Lily of martyrdom
Heart, host of light
Oh crepuscular, stellar tomb
Red via dolorosa of suffering