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SONNETS
I
O joyous, blossoming, ever-blessed flowers! ’Mid which my pensive queen her footstep sets; O plain, that hold’st her words for amulets And keep’st her footsteps in thy leafy bowers! O trees, with 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 country-side! O limpid stream, That mirrorest 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 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. |
II
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 me 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. |
III
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? |
Sweet air, that circlest round those radiant tresses, And floatest, mingled with them, fold on fold, Deliciously, and scatterest that fine gold, Then twinest it again, my heart’s dear jesses; Thou lingerest on those eyes, whose beauty presses Stings in my heart that all its life exhaust, Till I go wandering round my treasure lost, Like some scared creature whom the night distresses. I seem to find her now, and now perceive How far away she is; now rise, now fall; Now what I wish, now what is true, believe. O happy air! since joys enrich thee all, Rest thee; and thou, O stream too bright to grieve! Why can I not float with thee at thy call? |
IV
Qual donna attende a gloriosa fama Di senno, di valor, di cortesia, Miri fiso negli occhi a quella mia Nemica, che mia donna il mondo chiama. Come s’acquista onor, come Dio s’ama, Com’è giunta onestà con leggiadria, Ivi s’impara, e qual è dritta via Di gir al Ciel, che lei aspetta e brama. Ivi ’l parlar che nullo stile agguaglia, E ’l bel tacere, e quei santi costumi Ch’ingegno uman non può spiegar in carte. L’infinita bellezza, ch’altrui abbaglia, Non vi s’impara; ché quei dolci lumi S’acquistan per ventura e non per arte. |
Author | Francesco Petrarca |
Language | English |
No. of Pages | 62 |
PDF Size | 2.8 MB |
Category | Poetry |
Source/ Credits | archive.org |
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