by Pavel Chichikov
In Thanksgiving
By the river Xucar in the province of Valencia
Stands one short stone pillar of the Romans
And the orange groves – and the trees of the lemon
Virgin, you are abandoned, for this new Joseph does not stay
You will bear the Child alone
In the orange groves – the trees of the lemon
He will shine like fruit among the dark leaves
And the dogs will bark Him welcome
In the orange groves – the trees of the lemon
Immaculata, Gitana, scorned and pure one, welcome
For we have brought you gifts
Of the golden citrus – and the trees of the lemon
Among the lamps of gold and yellow
By the river Xucar in the province of Valencia
In the orange groves – the trees of the lemon
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