Quand'io v'odo parlar sí dolcemente
com'Amor proprio a' suoi seguaci instilla,
l'acceso mio desir tutto sfavilla,
tal che 'nfiammar devria l'anime spente.
Trovo la bella donna allor presente,
ovunque mi fu mai dolce o tranquilla
ne l'habito ch'al suon non d'altra squilla
ma di sospir' mi fa destar sovente.
Le chiome a l'aura sparse, et lei conversa
indietro veggio; et cosí bella riede
nel cor, come colei che tien la chiave.
Ma 'l soverchio piacer, che s'atraversa
a la mia lingua, qual dentro ella siede
di mostrarla in palese ardir non ave.
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When I hear you speak so sweetly,
as Love instils in all his followers,
my desire burns, all sparkling,
so even dead souls would be inflamed.
Then I find my lovely lady before me,
those times when she was sweet and peaceable,
which wakes me, not like a chiming bell
but often with the sounds of my own sighs.
I see her hair scattered by the breeze,
and she turning: so she returns so lovely
to my heart, like one who holds the key.
But the overwhelming pleasure, that ties
my tongue, has not the boldness to show
more clearly what it is she means inside me.
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