Poesie - Poetry: Francesco Petrarca - Occhi miei lassi - My weary eyes - Io mi rivolgo indietro... - I turn back at every... - Links
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Occhi miei lassi, mentre ch'io vi giro
nel bel viso di quella che v'à morti,
pregovi siate accorti,
ché già vi sfida Amore, ond'io sospiro.
Morte pò chiuder sola a' miei penseri
l'amoroso camin che gli conduce
al dolce porto de la lor salute;
ma puossi a voi celar la vostra luce
per meno obgetto, perché meno interi
siete formati, et di minor virtute.
Però, dolenti, anzi che sian venute
l'ore del pianto, che son già vicine,
prendete or a la fine
breve conforto a sí lungo martiro.
..
My weary eyes, there, while I turn you
towards the lovely face of her who slays you,
I pray you guard yourself
since, already, Love challenges you, so that I sigh.
Only Death can close from my thoughts
the loving path that leads them
to the sweet doorway of their blessing;
but your light can hide itself from you
for less reason, since you are formed
as lesser entities, and of less power.
But, grieve, before the hour of tears
is come, that is already near,
take to the end now
brief comfort from such long suffering.
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Io mi rivolgo indietro a ciascun passo
col corpo stancho ch'a gran pena porto,
et prendo allor del vostr'aere conforto
che 'l fa gir oltra dicendo: Oimè lasso!
Poi ripensando al dolce ben ch'io lasso,
al camin lungo et al mio viver corto,
fermo le piante sbigottito et smorto,
et gli occhi in terra lagrimando abasso.
Talor m'assale in mezzo a'tristi pianti
un dubbio: come posson queste membra
da lo spirito lor viver lontane?
Ma rispondemi Amor: Non ti rimembra
che questo è privilegio degli amanti,
sciolti da tutte qualitati humane?
..
I turn back at every step I take
with weary body that has borne great pain,
and take comfort then from your aspect
that make me go on, saying: Ah me!
Then thinking of the sweet good I leave,
of the long road, and of my brief life,
I halt my steps, dismayed and pale,
and lower my eyes weeping to the ground.
Sometimes a doubt assails me in the midst
of sad tears: how can these limbs
live separated from their spirit?
But Love replies: Do you not remember
that this is the privilege of lovers,
freed from every other human tie?
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