L'alto signor dinanzi a cui non vale
nasconder né fuggir, né far difesa,
di bel piacer m'avea la mente accesa
con un ardente et amoroso strale;
et benche 'l primo colpo aspro et mortale
fossi da sé, per avanzar sua impresa
una saetta di pietate à presa,
et quinci et quindi il cor punge et assale.
L'una piaga arde, et versa foco et fiamma;
lagrime l'altra che 'l dolor distilla,
per li occhi mei, del vostro stato rio:
né per duo fonti sol una favilla
rallenta de l'incendio che m'infiamma,
anzi per la pietà, cresce 'l desio.
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That noble lord before whom there's no use
in hiding or in fleeing, or making a defence,
has kindled lovely pleasure in my mind
with one burning and loving arrow:
and even though his first bitter blow
was mortal, to further his attack,
he took a shaft formed from pity,
and pierced my heart again and again.
One wound burns and sends out smoke and flame:
the other sends out tears that grief distils,
through my eyes, because of your sad state:
not a single spark of the fire that inflames me
is quenched by this double fountain,
rather desire increases with the pity.
Note:
Presumably pity for some illness of Laura's.
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