At the light of day,
Marie runs to the church.
“Where then is the altar candle
That I offered yesterday
To the Virgin
That she might aid
My lover on the sea?”

The old wooden saint
Answers Marie:
“The white dove
Took while passing through
The white candle that leans
To make a branch
Where to place her shaky nest.”

At the plain midday,
Marie climbs the tree,
And finds the candle
That she offered yesterday
To the Virgin.
“But where is then the flame of gold
That changes in the clear day?”

The dove in the tree
Answers Marie:
“Yesterday evening, an angel
Took while passing through
The light that changes
Of the candle to make
A star in the firmament.”

At the browning of the evening,
Marie goes up to heaven,
And finds, a star
Among the chosen,
The light of pale gold,
And she liked it and she merged with it,
And never comes down anymore.

At the light of day,
The lover runs to the church.
“Where is then the beauty
To whom I was beloved
And who remained faithful
During much more
Than a year to her lover on the sea?”

The old wooden saint
Answers the lover:
“After the prayers,
In the cool garden
We laid her in the earth
Under a bush of brambles,
Holly and rosemary.”

At the plain midday,
The lover comes to the garden,
He finds his dear one
Under the flowers of the bush,
But she is dead and pale.
“Where is then my soul?
Say, flowers, do you know?”

The flower of the tomb
Answers the lover!
“There, she lives
Among the chosen,
The star where twinkles
The light of the altar candle,
And never comes down anymore.”

At the browning of evening,
The lover goes up to heaven,
He finds the star,
He sees his love.
And in the pale brightness
They kissed
And were married forever.