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I am weighed down, powerless, caught in earth's dark prison, enshrouded I feel weak, see myself ensnared, yet am light, gay and free and would fly away to another world, but a far different wish, of rebellion, my mind listens to, and turns back; I fear my soul's flight, aspirations, her noble reasons; desire and self take over; and my desires led my soul as my irresistible enemy rebuilt this prison all over again. It's not permitted to break down the locked doors to free ourselves, nor to use our strength to prevent Heaven from subduing us. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXXXII:292. See also B S1:152. Key |
