At last you have come to where life ends, yearned
for by you continually, as a thing
honorable--your life troubled, burdened,
because Heaven made you want some meaning.
You were above common human concerns:
rare intelligence and vaulting courage
aroused in you the desire to climb
to another world, where you are content.
You never had sordid or timid thoughts:
you curbed your senses, ignored all safety,
you loved honor, even eager to die.
A firm adherence to real ideals shone
in your eyes--a holy eternal realm--
where I hope to come before I grow too old.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XXIII:23. See also B A1:17:11; R XXVIII:88-9. Key