Meravigliosa-mente
un amor mi distringe
e mi tene ad ogn'ora.
Com'om che pone mente
in altro exemplo pinge
la simile pintura,
cosí, bella, facc'eo,
che 'nfra lo core meo
porto la tua figura.
In cor par ch'eo vi porti,
pinta come parete,
e non pare difore.
O Deo, co' mi par forte,
non so se lo sapete,
con' v'amo di bon core;
ch'eo son sí vergognoso
ca pur vi guardo ascoso
e non vi mostro amore.
Avendo gran disio
dipinsi una pintura,
bella, voi simigliante,
e quando voi non vio
guardo 'n quella figura,
par ch'eo v'aggia davante:
come quello che crede
salvarsi per sua fede,
ancor non veggia inante.
Al cor m'ard'una doglia,
com'om che ten lo foco
a lo suo seno ascoso,
quando piú lo 'nvoglia,
allora arde piú loco
e non pò stare incluso:
similemente eo ardo
quando pass'e non guardo
a voi, vis' amoroso.
S'eo guardo, quando passo,
inver'voi no mi giro,
bella, per risguardare;
andando, ad ogni passo
getto uno gran sospiro
ca facemi ancosciare;
e certo bene ancoscio,
c'a pena mi conoscio,
tanto bella mi pare.
Assai v'aggio laudato,
madonna, in tutte parti,
di bellezze c'avete.
Non so se v'è contato
ch'eo lo faccia per arti,
che voi pur v'ascondete:
sacciatelo per singa
zo ch'eo no dico a linga,
quando voi mi vedite.
Canzonetta novella,
va' canta nova cosa;
lèvati da maitino
davanti a la piú bella,
fiore d'ogn'amorosa,
bionda piú c'auro fino:
«Lo vostro amor, ch'è caro,
donatelo al Notaro
ch'è nato da Lentino».
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Wonderfully
a love clenchs me
and keeps me everytime.
Like he who minds
in another exemple depicts
a similar painting,
so, beauty, I make her,
because, inside of my heart,
I bring her figure.
It seems that I bring you in my heart,
painted as a wall,
and it seems not outside.
O God, how it seems hard
I don't know if you know it,
how I love you goodhearted;
because I am so bashful
that I look at you hidden
and I don't show you love.
Because I had great wish
I painted a picture
beauty, similar to you,
and when I don't see you
I look at that figure,
as I have you in front of me:
like he who belives
to save himself for his faith,
though he doesn't see it onwards.
In my heart a pain burns,
like he who keeps the fire
hidden in his breast,
when it invites him more,
then it burns stronger
and it cannot stay closed:
likewise I burn
when I go from and don't look
at you, lovely visage.
If I look at, when I go from,
I don't turn to you,
beauty, for look you again;
going, at every step
I cast a big sigh
that make me distressed;
and sure I distress well,
that barely I recognize myself,
so beauty she seems to me.
Enough I eulogized you
milady, in every part,
of the beauties that you hold.
I don't know if you realize
that I do it through the arts,
for you hides yourself:
that you kwow it through signs
what I don't say with tongue,
when you see me.
O novel song,
go and sing new thing;
wake up at the morn
in front of the most beauty,
flower of every lover,
more blonde than fine gold:
«Your love, that is darling,
donate to the Notary
that is born in Lentini.»
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