Sonnet I

To Mary the Magdalene and to her temple at Várhegy

Arise

Arise my friend, my dove, my bride,
Spread wings,
Soar to the cradle of the ardent light
Arise my sage, my hope, my pride,
Come seek,
The hollows in the velvet of the night

Come dwell, come bathe in the luster of dawn
Where swans in gallant song adore the sky
Arise my saint, and nigh it must be torn
The veil of stars that fell upon thine eyes

For deep is the realm where the shadows groan
Like the spell of dreams that weigh on thy brow
That none hath ever tamed but God alone

So rise my dove, come grace thy marble throne
Hasten to pass to the sovereign crown
Again to dream in the depths of the stone

- Luka Marković