What is this unfamiliar feeling that possesses my soul?
Love seizes my very being.
O Marguerite!
I am here at your feet.
Hail, modest and pure dwelling...
...suffused with the presence of an innocent, angelic soul.
What riches amid such poverty!
In this humble retreat, what joy!
What riches in the midst of such poverty!
In this humble dwelling, what joy!
O Nature! This is where you gave her the gift of beauty.
Here she slept beneath your wing and grew up before your eyes.
Here you infused her soul with your breath...
...and lovingly made a woman of an angel from heaven.
Hail, chaste and pure dwelling...
...where one feels the presence of an innocent, angelic soul.
Hail, chaste and pure dwelling...
...suffused with the presence of an innocent, angelic soul.