Tranquillo porto avea mostrato Amore
a la mia lunga et torbida tempesta
fra gli anni de la età matura honesta
che i vicii spoglia, et vertú veste et honore.
Già traluceva a' begli occhi il mio core,
et l'alta fede non piú lor molesta.
Ahi Morte ria, come a schiantar se' presta
il frutto de molt'anni in sí poche hore!
Pur vivendo veniasi ove deposto
in quelle caste orecchie avrei parlando
de' miei dolci pensier' l'antiqua soma;
et ella avrebbe a me forse resposto
qualche santa parola sospirando,
cangiati i volti, et l'una et l'altra coma.
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Love had shown me a tranquil harbour
after my long dark storm, among the years
of the age of true maturity, that banish vice,
and dress themselves in virtue and honour.
Already my heart shone clear to her lovely eyes,
and my deep loyalty no longer vexed her.
Ah, cruel Death, how quick you were to spoil
the fruit of so many years in a few short hours!
If she were only living I'd have laid down
the ancient burden of my sweet thoughts,
speaking them to those chaste ears:
and she perhaps would have replied to me
with some sacred words, in sighing,
both of our faces altered, and our hair.
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