L'aura et l'odore e 'l refrigerio et l'ombra
del dolce lauro et sua vista fiorita,
lume et riposo di mia stanca vita,
tolt'à colei che tutto 'l mondo sgombra.
Come a noi il sol se sua soror l'adombra,
cosí l'alta mia luce a me sparita,
i' cheggio a Morte incontra Morte aita,
di sí scuri penseri Amor m'ingombra.
Dormit'ài, bella donna, un breve sonno:
or se' svegliata fra li spirti electi,
ove nel suo factor l'alma s'interna;
et se mie rime alcuna cosa ponno,
consecrata fra i nobili intellecti
fia del tuo nome qui memoria eterna.
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The breeze, the scent, the coolness and the shade
of the sweet laurel and its flowering aspect,
a lamp, and resting place for my weary life,
he who empties the world has wholly taken.
As the sun whom his sister eclipses for us,
so my noble light has vanished,
I beg Death to aid me against Death,
love has so overwhelmed me with dark thought.
Lovely lady, you have slept a brief sleep:
now you have woken among blessed spirits,
where the soul enters into its Maker:
and if my verses have any power,
your name, sacred among noble minds,
will become an eternal memory down here.
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