A Daily Countdown to 700 Years with the “colpi d’Amor”
“Benedetto sia ‘l giorno, et ‘l mese, et l’anno, / et la stagione, e’l tempo, et l’ora, e ‘l punto…” — Rvf 61
“Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year, and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment…”(Kline).
Il figliuol di Latona avea già nove
volte guardato dal balcon sovrano,
per quella ch’alcun tempo mosse invano
i suoi sospiri, et or gli altrui commove.
Poi che cercando stanco non seppe ove
s’albergasse, da presso o di lontano,
mostrossi a noi qual huom per doglia insano,
che molto amata cosa non ritrove.
Et cosí tristo standosi in disparte,
tornar non vide il viso, che laudato
sarà s’io vivo in piú di mille carte;
et pietà lui medesmo avea cangiato,
sí che’ begli occhi lagrimavan parte:
però l’aere ritenne il primo stato.
Apollo, Latona’s son, had sent his gaze
down nine times, from his high balcony
looking for one who in former times moved
his sighs in vain, and now moves another’s.
So that tired of searching, not knowing where
she might be, whether near or far,
he appeared to us like one maddened by grief,
who cannot find again a much loved thing.
And positioned apart and being so sad
he did not see that face return, that if I live
will be praised in more than a thousand lines:
and suffering had even altered that face,
until the lovely eyes left off weeping:
so the sky remained in its former state.