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).
Piangete, donne, et con voi pianga Amore;
piangete, amanti, per ciascun paese,
poi ch’è morto collui che tutto intese
in farvi, mentre visse, al mondo honore.
Io per me prego il mio acerbo dolore,
non sian da lui le lagrime contese,
et mi sia di sospir’ tanto cortese,
quanto bisogna a disfogare il core.
Piangan le rime anchor, piangano i versi,
perché ‘l nostro amoroso messer Cino
novellamente s’è da noi partito.
Pianga Pistoia, e i citadin perversi
che perduto ànno sí dolce vicino;
et rallegresi il cielo, ov’ello è gito.
Weep, ladies, and let Love weep with you:
Weep, lovers, throughout the world,
for he is dead, who while he lived on earth,
had one intent, that of honouring you.
I only pray, for myself, that bitter grief
should not be such as stifles my tears,
and that it should allow as many sighs
as I may need, to ease my heart.
Weep, poetry, again: weep, my verses,
because our beloved master, Cino,
has just now departed from us.
Weep Pistoia, and her perverse citizens
who have lost so sweet a neighbour:
and Heaven, where he has gone, rejoice.