- Mira quel colle, o stanco mio cor vago:
ivi lasciammo ier lei, ch'alcun tempo ebbe
qualche cura di noi, et le ne 'ncrebbe,
or vorria trar de li occhi nostri un lago.
Torna tu in là, ch'io d'esser sol m'appago;
tenta se forse anchor tempo sarebbe
da scemar nostro duol, che 'nfin qui crebbe,
o del mio mal participe et presago.
- Or tu ch'ài posto te stesso in oblio
et parli al cor pur come e' fusse or teco,
miser, et pien di pensier' vani et sciocchi!
ch'al dipartir dal tuo sommo desio
tu te n'andasti, e' si rimase seco,
et si nascose dentro a' suoi belli occhi.
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'Look at that hill, O weary loving heart:
we left her there yesterday, who once
had some care for us, and even pitied us,
who now from our eyes would draw a flood.
Return there, where I only wish to be:
see if the time perhaps has come as yet
to end our grief, that has so increased,
you of my ills companion and prophet.'
'Now you are truly lost in forgetfulness
and talk as though you heart were with you still,
wretch, full of idle thoughts and foolish!
For in departing from your great desire,
you went away, and it remained with her,
and hid itself within her lovely eyes.'
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