Era il giorno
January 26, 2009 § 1 Comment
Venice, Italy – fog smoked winter mornings
|Era il giorno ch’al sol si scoloraro
per la pietà del suo factore i rai,
quando ì fui preso, et non me ne guardai,
chè i bè vostr’occhi, donna, mi legaro.Tempo non mi parea da far riparo
contra colpi d’Amor: però m’andai
secur, senza sospetto; onde i miei guai
nel commune dolor s’incominciaro.
Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato
ferir me de saetta in quello stato,
a voi armata non mostrar pur l’arco.
|It was the day the sun’s ray had turned pale
with pity for the suffering of his Maker
when I was caught, and I put up no fight,
my lady, for your lovely eyes had bound me.It seemed no time to be on guard against
Love’s blows; therefore, I went my way
secure and fearless—so, all my misfortunes
began in midst of universal woe.
Love found me all disarmed and found the way
It seems to me it did him little honour