poem by Ruth Salles
who is that princess
that walks lightly
and have a soft look?
She is the daughter of the King of Hungary,
who lives here in Thuringia,
married to landgrave.
Her name is Isabel.
Shine like the sky light
the love of your heart.
Where are you going with your lady?
stepping your feet in the mud,
carrying a basket in hand?
this lady so noble
will feed the poor
that you can find around town.
Take rolls in the basket
to give by the way
to whoever is in need.
But with your holy care,
hide the basket in the cloak,
for her husband is coming.
And the landgrave, severe,
already said: "I don't want to
so much bread distributed!”
And he comes and goes saying:
"Show what you're hiding!"
And pull the edge of the cloak!
But in the basket only roses
very beautiful and fragrant
is what he sees with amazement.
Isabel stood still –
“How many roses!” - admired
to see the bread transformed.
At that moment her husband,
who was already sorry,
saw Jesus Christ by his side!
Realizing that the Lord
sent your love
by the generous wife,
said, "Go your way,
take good care of the poor,
my miraculous saint!”
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