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SONNETS

Lieti fiori e felici, e ben nate erbe,
Che Madonna, pensando, premer sole;
Piaggia ch’ascolti sue dolci parole,
E del bel piede alcun vestigio serbe;
Schietti arboscelli, e verdi frondi acerbe;
Amorosette e pallide viole;
Ombrose selve, ove percote il Sole,
Che vi fa co’ suoi raggi alte e superbe;
O soave contrada, o puro fiume,
Che bagni ’l suo bel viso e gli occhi chiari,
E prendi qualità dal vivo lume;
Quanto v’invidio gli atti onesti e cari!
Non fia in voi scoglio omai che per costume
D’arder con la mia fiamma non impari.

O joyous, blossoming, ever-blessed flowers!
’Mid which my pensive queen her footstep sets;
O plain, that holds her words for amulets
And keep’st her footsteps in thy leafy bowers!
O trees, with the earliest green of springtime hours,
And all spring’s pale and tender violets!
O grove, so dark the proud sun only lets
His blithe rays gild the outskirts of thy towers!
O pleasant countryside! O limpid stream,
That mirrored her sweet face, her eyes so clear,
And of their living light canst catch the beam!
I envy thee her presence pure and dear.
There is no rock so senseless but I deem
It burns with a passion that to mine is near.

Quando Amor i begli occhi a terra inchina
E i vaghi spirti in un sospiro accoglie
Con le sue mani, e poi in voce gli scioglie
Chiara, soave, angelica, divina;
Sento far del mio cor dolce rapina,
E sì dentro cangiar pensieri e voglie,
Ch’i’ dico: or fien di me l’ultime spoglie,
Se ’l Ciel sì onesta morte mi destina.
Ma ’l suon, che di dolcezza i sensi lega,
Col gran desir d’udendo esser beata,
L’anima, al dipartir presta, raffrena.
Così mi vivo, e così avvolge e spiega
Lo stame della vita che m’è data,
Questa sola fra noi del ciel sirena.

When Love doth those sweet eyes to earth incline,
And weaves those wandering notes into a sigh
With his own touch, and leads a minstrelsy
Clear-voiced and pure, angelic and divine,—
He makes sweet havoc in this heart of mine,
And to my thoughts brings transformation high,
So that I say, “My time has come to die,
If fate so blest a death for my design.”
But to my soul, thus steeped in joy, the sound
Brings such a wish to keep that present heaven,
It holds my spirit back to earth as well.
And thus I live: and thus is loosed and wound
The thread of life which unto me was given
By this sole Siren who with us doth dwell

Aura che quelle chiome bionde e crespe
Circondi e movi, e se’ mossa da loro
Soavemente, e spargi quel dolce oro,
E poi ’l raccogli e ’n bei nodi ’l rincrespe;
Tu stai negli occhi ond’amorose vespe
Mi pungon sì, che ’nfin qua il sento e ploro;
E vacillando cerco il mio tesoro,
Com’animal che spesso adombre e ’ncespe:
Ch’or mel par ritrovar, ed or m’accorgo
Ch’i’ ne son lunge; or mi sollevo, or caggio:
Ch’or quel ch’i’ bramo, or quel ch’è vero, scorgo.
Aer felice, col bel vivo raggio
Rimanti. E tu, corrente e chiaro gorgo,
Ché non poss’io cangiar teco viaggio?

AuthorFrancesco Petrarca
Language English
No. of Pages62
PDF Size2.8 MB
CategoryPoetry
Source/ Creditsarchive.org

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