Ohimé ch`io cado (1624)
Alas for me, I tumble down, alas for me,
my foot slips again
just as it did before.
and my lost
and withering hope
must I
once again water
with fresh tears.
Of this old passion
I again feel
in my heart,
now that a beautiful face has broken,
as well as the loved glances
the hard enamel of these icy thoughts
with which I, the unfortunate
have armed myself.
I was fool enough to think
I should have a sure shield
against the naked archer.
and yet I who am so warrior-like,
what a coward I am
I will not endure
the enticing blow
of a single glance.
O immortal champion
I am angry how so weak
You are fleeing;
like an enchanted man who has lost his way
in glass armour, you have led me
disloyal one against a sword
made of hard diamond.
How powerfully punishes
tyrannous love the daring
of a rebellious soul,
a kind word. a serene face, a charming wonderment
can tie again
a liberated heart.
Eyes, beauteous eyes if for you
virtue has always been fair,
and mercy true
Oh, do not deny me
the glance and the laughter;
so that my prison
on such a beautiful ground
should become a paradise.
trans. Maria Steiner
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