I come to you, smiling Lady,
in the amber dress on the silver background,
and the dark brocade overhung with votives.
Not for this did I come,
to cover you with numerous requests
as the pagans do -
I know that you always remember us
-- we here on earth --
and your merciful smile
is like a bandage swaddling sick souls.
I come only for this,
to be with you, like air to breathe,
and so that around your leg
I can hang my poor heart
like a small silver votive.