In quel bel viso ch'i' sospiro et bramo,
fermi eran gli occhi desïosi e 'ntensi,
quando Amor porse, quasi a dir" che pensi?",
quella honorata man che second'amo.
Il cor, preso ivi come pesce a l'amo,
onde a ben far per vivo exempio viensi,
al ver non volse li occupati sensi,
o come novo augello al visco in ramo.
Ma la vista, privata del suo obiecto,
quasi sognando si facea far via,
senza la qual è 'l suo bene imperfecto.
l'alma tra l'una et l'altra gloria mia,
qual celeste non so novo dilecto
et qual strania dolcezza si sentia.
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My eyes were fixed, with intense desire,
on that lovely face I sigh and long for,
when Love as if saying: 'What are you thinking of?',
interposed her proud hand, my second love.
My heart, caught like a fish on a hook,
and so made a living example,
or like a fledgling limed on a branch,
with senses occupied, did not engage it.
But sight, deprived of its object,
still made its way, as in a dream,
to that face without which all's imperfect.
My soul between one and the other glory,
felt a new heavenly joy beyond knowing,
and such unheard of sweetness.
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