Spinse amor et dolor ove ir non debbe
la mia lingua avïata a lamentarsi,
a dir di lei per ch'io cantai et arsi
quel che, se fusse ver, torto sarebbe:
ch'assai 'l mio stato rio quetar devrebbe
quella beata, e 'l cor racconsolarsi
vedendo tanto lei domesticarsi
con Colui che vivendo in cor sempre ebbe.
Et ben m'acqueto, et me stesso consolo;
né vorrei rivederla in questo inferno,
anzi voglio morire et viver solo:
ché piú bella che mai con l'occhio interno
con li angeli la veggio alzata a volo
a pie' del suo et mio Signore eterno.
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Love and grief drove my tongue astray
where it should not go, in its lamenting,
to say of her, for whom I sang and burned,
that which, even if true, would be wrong:
her blessedness should calm my sad state,
and console my heart, seeing her
so at home with Him who was
always in her heart when she was living.
And I do calm and comfort myself:
not wishing to see her in this inferno,
wishing rather to die or live alone:
whom I have seen in the mind's eye lovelier
than ever, flying, on high with the angels,
to the feet of her, and my, eternal Lord.
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