After Petrarch's ‘I’ ò pregato Amor, e ’l ne riprego,'
Hold me with song except my soul will yield
to you. My bitter joy is overcome
by reason. I follow and don't deny
the straight way. Loyalty so leads me to
places I have prayed love, you pardon me
with such clear wit that heaven illumines
with pity my looks—from a fortunate star
such noble virtue rained down. I should say
that reason cannot restrain all good souls
with noble virtue. What else can he do?
You, with that heart that, without disdain
consumes him. I stray from the way with pity
and I pray again unwillingly.
Why do I long so, why are you so beautiful?
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