O merciful mother , take me in your arms
The world is cruel , I know it true.
False are the pretensions , the cheers and charms
But pure is the love I cherish for you.
As pure as the serene Ibizan weather,
As right as the angelic winter rose.
Four times we had wandered Sicily together ,
In the cold of the breeze the Salso froze.
The memories blend when I try to retrace ,
They rattle on your castle walls.
Yet you stay silent and mock my disgrace ,
And banish me from my father's halls.
O merciful mother ! In this cold valley rain
Take me in your arms and I shall know no pain.
