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GIOVANNI DA CASCIA (JOHANNES DE FLORENTIA, fl1340–1350)
5 Quando la stella press’ a l’alba spira At dawn, when the stars are extinguished
E ’l sol si mostra inverso l’oriente, and the sun shows itself in the east,
Amor gentil m’aparse nella mente. noble Love came to me in a vision.
La vaga donna col benigno aspetto He held in his arms with delight
Tenea nelle bracca per diletto; a fair lady with the kind looks;
Poi la coperse di perfetta luce then Love clothed her with perfect light
E dul suo draggio il fece vestita, and dressed her in his rays,
Vermiglio e bianco di color partita. mixed of red and white.
Una ghirlanda ’n su le trecce bionde He placed on her blonde tresses
Di foglie verdi pose con le fronde. a garland of fresh leaves and greenery.
ANONYMOUS
6 Amor mi fa cantar a la Francesca. Love makes me sing in the French manner.
Perchè questo m’aven non olso dire, The reason for this I dare not tell,
Chè quella donna che me fa languire for I fear that the lady for whom I languish
Temo che non verebe a la mia tresca. would not join my dance.
A lei sum fermo celar el mio core I am resolved to conceal my feelings
E consumarmi inançi per so amore, and waste away for love of her,
Ch’ almen moro per cosa gentilesca. for at least I die in a noble cause.
Done, di vero dir ve posso tanto Ladies, this much I can truthfully tell you
Che questa donna, per cui piango a canto, that this lady for whom I grieve and sing,
E come rosa in spin morbida e fresca. is delicate and fresh like a rose among thorns.
Amor mi fa cantar a la Francesca. Love makes me sing in the French manner.
FRANCESCO LANDINI (c1325–1397)
8 Ochi dolenti mie, che pur piangete, My grieving eyes, ever weeping,
Po che vedete, since you see
Che sol per honestà non vi contento. that for modesty’s sake I will not satisfy you.
Non a diviso la mente ’l disio My mind desires exactly the same
Con voi che tante lagrime versate, as you, who weep so many tears,
Perche da voi si cela el viso pio, because that lovely face, which has deprived me
Il qual privato m’a de libertate. of my liberty, is concealed from you.
Gran virtù é rafrenar volontate It is most valorous to curb one’s desire
Per honestate, for the sake of modesty,
Che seguir donna è sofferir tormento. for to court a lady is to suffer torment.
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