Yes, I yearned for my sweet Sun to know I
could not be alienated from him;
now he lives with God and knows, not believes,
all my acts, thoughts, wishes, and all my words.
He sees how he turned and how I followed,
wanted, spoke to, saw, felt him everywhere;
he knows memory never returns him
to a perpetually devout heart.
He sees his noble victorious deeds
not new or secondary, of this age,
but ancient and primal, made numinous.
I pray to his hallowed fire: guide me
through these turbulent troubled waters, past
rocks and pitiless opposed sirens.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XLVIII:48. See also B A1:28:17; R XXXIV:103-105. Another close imitation of Petrarch ("Donna che lieta col Principio nostro" (Durling, pp. 544-5: "Lady, who as your rich life deserves, are now gladly seated near our Maker ... ") Key