My lady was standing up attentive, turned towards this area of the sky where the sun only rises 
very late, so that, seeing her anxious and avid to see, I became similar to whom who, 
in his desire, would like another thing and that love apease him finally. 

Jeanne, then, says to me: 
"Here is coming the army of Heaven, the blessed ones who have deserved the glory of heaven 
and who presented herselves to share the triumph of the Son of Our God."

It seems to me that the face of Jeanne was on fire, her eyes full of joyfulness, and that I had to abstain 
myself from  describing it,  not to profane this moment of extasy in Her and of desires in my Being. 

"Oh Jeanne! soft and dear guide! 
What matters the beauty of the parade if not, that of your beautiful body." 

And she answered: 
"Do not let yourself overpower by a Desire to which one could not resist. Over there are the Reward 
and the Extasy expected by You for so long a time. Open your eyes, and look at whom I became, 
because you have seen so many things which have made you able to support my smile and my charm, 
without wanting you to melt yourself so soon in Me." 

When I heard these words of hope, which will be registered well in sight in the book where 
I consign my past, I was as whom who still suffer the impression of a forgotten vision, 
and who endeavours in vain, to recall it to his memory. 

Oh Muses! come to my help to say what cannot be said; how to describe the Paradise 
without letting show there, all the banality of my prose! 

"Why my face intoxicate you thus with Love, so much that you do not turn your eyes
 towards this beautiful garden, which is flowered under the radiant charms of the virgin Queen, 
as if it could be that I would be more desirable than the Virgin Queen herself? 
See the virginal Vagina in which the Verb of God was made flesh. 
There, are the soft lilies which made the delights of  men, 
and made them move towards the right way." 
This is how Jeanne spoke to me. 

Me, in a hurry to take her advice, I looked at, with my avid eyes, and I saw all these splendours, 
illuminated by burning rays, as flashes come from one does not know where. 

The name of the Virgin, that I have not cease to call upon all my nights, inspired me to contemplate 
the fire which shone of a greater glare, and when had reflected themselves, in my eyes, 
the Beauty and the Ardour of the living Star, which triumphs up there like here-below, 
a flame of a circular shape came down from the sky, like a celestial glory 
which girded her and turned all around Her.

 I heard then, the most beautiful song, accompanied by the quite as beautiful sound of a lyre
 which appeared to be addressed to me, which upset my soul and chill with shivers all my body: 
"I am the purified love, who turns around the supreme joyfulness, exhaled from the breast 
which received the object of his desires; and it will turn around You, Lovely Lady from Heaven, 
until you follow your Son, and that you  make more divine still,
 the celestial Vulva, in letting him penetrate It." 

And like the so little child extends his hands towards the breast, after having sucked all the milk, 
by the effect of love which spouts out like a flame, each one of these splendours 
made  my flame rise so high, that I understood finally the deep carnal desire 
that I had for the Virgin Mary. 

Then they remained there below my eyes, singing "Regina coeli" 
with such a softness, that never I will forget the carnal pleasure that I then experimented.