Ci che mincontra ne la mente more

Ci che mincontra ne la mente more

Quandi vegno a veder voi, bella gioia;
E quandio vi son presso, i sento Amore
Che dice: Fuggi, se l perir t noia .

Lo viso mostra lo color del core, 5
Che, tramortendo, ovunque p sappoia;
E per la ebriet del gran tremore
Le pietre par che gridin: Moia, moia.

Peccato face chi allora mi vide,
Se lalma sbigottita non conforta, 10
Sol dimostrando che di me li doglia,

Per la piet, che l vostro gabbo ancide,
La qual si cria ne la vista morta
De li occhi, channo di lor morte voglia.

Whatever Meets Me, Dies Within My Mind

Whatever meets me, dies within my mind,
if I but see you, bliss so fair and great;
and when Im near you, Love is close behind,
telling me Run, if death you shun and hate.

You on my features my hearts color find, 5
spreading about though destined to abate;
and so much tremor seems the stones to bind,
Die! Die!, in madness they all seem to state.

Surely he does commit a grievous sin,
who, seeing me, soothes not my shaken soul, 10
if only by the token of a sigh

for Pitys sake, which your deceit does kill,
and which appears in the extinguished sheen
of these my eyes that only whish to die.