CANZONE XVI. Perchè nel tempo rio. SINCE here in evil days I live, in expectation of still worse, For consolation ever, if the aid Of heaven relieve me not, In sending death; for which I do implore. Are ever scorned, as now I see and prove. From her, when my last hour of life arrives ; To serve her by my death, Whom living I but injure and displease. O would that I by Love Had instantly been slain when first I saw him! For blame of such a wrong Would then have honour brought to her and me: Such is the shame I feel Of this my life, which will not quickly die, That it is worse to bear Than is my woe, which frights Love's followers: For Love is one thing, Fortune is another, Which nature overrules; The one by habit, and by force the other, Whence, as a smaller ill, I nature's will oppose and wish to die. This my unnatural wish Has strength so great, that many times I would, Swayed by another's power, Inflict death's lighter blow upon my heart; But pity of the soul, Alas! lest it should perish, nor return To God the same it was, Lets it not die; but heavily it mourns: So that excess of woe may not prevail Over compassion new: Haply the mighty lord Who views this wretched state may pity me. My Song, I shall detain thee with me here, For I have no safe refuge where to go: All other pain is joy. I would not thou shouldst any one offend. CANZONE XVII. Poscia ch'i'ho perduta ogni speranza. SINCE every hope is lost of my return To bring alleviation to my grief. Hope there is none that I shall more behold I could return to your exalted worth. So long, that death hath not extinguished life. To wrap myself, for everything torments; That hope which at far distance made me leave Through death, the enemy of all that's good; He healed the destitute and wretched mind, And urged it to a toil of pure delight: Esteem, and higher rank at my return. A prince I served, of whom if man shall say For never was there one so wisely brave, This sovereign, by the hand of Justice formed, Greatness of mind than ever prince before. Made him stand firm, whoever might assail. Who harmed him to the utmost of their power, Nor ever shall repent; Though death hath turned the sweet to bitterness: For good is to be done because 'tis good; There are who rest their honour and esteem Pursue, as seems to me, the path of life; This is his own, and pleasing is the work. What glory then was raised, and brought to nought, Nor judgment sound, nor truth beholds his like. By men of virtue and of noble hearts, He who hath erred 'gainst thee would weep his fault, And all thy followers weep to be alive. I weep that I still live; for thou art dead, My sovereign, whom I loved more than myself, To be restored where I should rest content. And now, bereft of every cheering hope, Oh guilty, cruel death! How hast thou robbed me of the sweet intent, To view again the loveliest countenance That nature's mighty power ever formed In lady of high worth, Whose beauty is the plenitude of virtue. This hast thou robbed me of, whence such my pain That never was there grief of heart so deep As my far absence brings. Safety while life remains is past my hope, My song, to fair Etruria straight depart, Relate in plaintive notes my torturing grief. Tell him, that still in him I place some hope; CANZONE XVIII. Io non posso celar il mio dolore. I AM unable to conceal my grief, But oft have added strength unto my flame, By converse on the griefs to which they are heirs, Disconsolate, which flow so copiously That they exhaust my powers, And cause a trembling as they hurry forth, Imagination filled with sorrow wounds me, That ever can afford it consolation; I saw my lady, who compassion slew, And Death then placed himself within my eyes. By an effect attendant on the strife Of Love, nature is conquered, and I find A colouring new into my darkened visage Enters, and from my eyes the tears are thrown. The perfect likeness of a person dead ; The only comfort offered to the mind; And reason's too, said I should grieve to die ; At times, when confidence the mind resumes, He who should hear from one who had escaped How they remain in life companionless, |