Oh when shall I be able to feel sweet
Oh when shall I be able to feel sweet
tears of repentance coursing down my cheeks?
Contrition is the fount from which these flow,
the key that opens Heaven’s bolted door.
I weep from attrition these bitter tears
since they spring more from fear of you than love;
yet even these in abundance send me,
to those other tears the path and then the road.
Autor(es): Ausiàs March, Carles Dénia
