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).
– Occhi piangete: accompagnate il core
che di vostro fallir morte sostene.
– Cosí sempre facciamo; et ne convene
lamentar piú l’altrui, che ‘l nostro errore.
– Già prima ebbe per voi l’entrata Amore,
là onde anchor come in suo albergo vène.
– Noi gli aprimmo la via per quella spene
che mosse d ‘entro da colui che more.
– Non son, come a voi par, le ragion’ pari:
ché pur voi foste ne la prima vista
del vostro et del suo mal cotanto avari.
– Or questo è quel che piú ch’altro n’atrista,
che’ perfetti giudicii son sí rari,
et d’altrui colpa altrui biasmo s’acquista.
Weep, eyes: accompany the heart
that is about to die for your failings.
‘So we are, always weeping: we must mourn
for another’s fault rather than our own.’
Yet it was through you that Love first entered,
where he still lives as though it were his home.
‘We opened the way because of that hope
that came from within that heart that is to die.’
These claims are not, as they may seem, equal:
for it was you, so eager at first sight,
who did harm to yourself, and to that one.
‘Now that is what saddens us more than anything,
that perfect judgement is so rare,
and we are blamed for another’s fault.’