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).
Io sentia dentr’al cor già venir meno
gli spirti che da voi ricevon vita;
et perché natural-mente s’aita
contra la morte ogni animal terreno,
largai ‘l desio, ch’i teng’or molto a freno,
et misil per la via quasi smarrita:
però che dí et notte indi m’invita,
et io contra sua voglia altronde ‘l meno.
Et mi condusse, vergognoso et tardo,
a riveder gli occhi leggiadri, ond’io
per non esser lor grave assai mi guardo.
Vivrommi un tempo omai, ch’al viver mio
tanta virtute à sol un vostro sguardo;
et poi morrò, s’io non credo al desio.
I felt those spirits weakening in my heart
that receive their life from you:
and since every earthly creature
naturally protects itself from death,
loosed my desire, that now I rein in hard,
and sent it by a road that is almost lost:
so that it draws me there, day and night,
and I lead it, against its will, another way.
And it brought me, slowly and shamefully,
to look on those delightful eyes, that I
guard myself from so they may not grow cold.
Now I’ll live a while, since a mere glance of yours
has so much power to bring me to life:
then I’ll die, if I don’t follow my desire.