Paradise by Tintoretto

And I, who woke up in paradise, saw the branches of the apple trees white.
And I let love, orphaned for a long time, into my sadness.
So, the frost burned my temples, I saw the sky above me.
It drew me to where God is in conversation with the star.

What would she say? What will he understand? I look into the distance and see the meanings,
It's because I'm exhausted from being trapped in a cage. By making sense
I have appealed to Infinity. Joy flew into my heart.,
And His whole soul yearned for Him, and His whole body moved sweetly.

I woke up in paradise alive. Death seemed doomed to me.
I woke up and suddenly realized that an angel was cheerful behind my shoulder, and
He looks at me tenderly, captivating me with his guiding smile.
My angel, forgive me for seeing unworthiness.

Their own ways. Pierce my cherished fonts with your wing.
Tell me about your faith in me, about what I've wanted for so long.
Let's carry my cross together (I won't shed a tear).
In the melancholy and cold of days and years, we'll burn together with a splinter.

But suddenly I realized that I was in heaven. I saw frost outside the window.
The cherished azure floated like the austere silk of monastic tabernacles...