CXVI
VIRGIN OF THE ROADS

Oh soul without a home, wandering soul
that sleeps under the roof of an open sky,
stumbling blindly down the path of fate
while sustained by the faith of a blind hope.

That sky, your origin, which gives
no peace or repose, offers you a sunset
of towering red clouds that finally brings
you a cup that will satisfy your thirst.

One night, while stopping at a hermitage,
you lay down to sleep; from the blessed
smile of the Virgin of the Roads a divine

dream appeared before your eyes,
and this dream is the star on which
the story of your final destiny is written.