THE PEARL

Your sparkling eyes gazed at
the crystal palm, the pure lymph
from the fountain that pours into the thicket,
its dust of sapphires and diamonds,

when a ill woman, with hesitant steps,
approached, completely sad,
and she asked you for alms with sweetness
fixing on you pleading glances.

The pearl that shone in your hand
you gave that poor and suffering woman,
who turned away from you, crying with joy.

Then, moved and reverent,
I did not kiss you on the lips like I used to,
But on the noble and luminous forehead!