Your exquisitely lovely poetry
and noble standpoint have now been given
a worthy subject: you can make the names
of those who gave you life live forever.
I see you alone have wings to equal
the merit of two who brought forth a son
to whom they gave as much as the stars give
the greatest genius who achieves the most.
The task is yours to sing--with the secret
harmonies of music our age harkened
to, honored as antique--flutes from far off--
say once upon a time these freed souls lived
and died together, and in one moment
they flew oh quickly to another place.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V XXXVIII:38 and B E18:212. See also R CXVIII, 34; MSs F1, L, CASI, RA; 1538/9, 1540-2/44-6; 1552/59-60;1586; 1760 Rota. A second to Francesco Maria Molza on the death of his parents; his answer, "Ben fu nemico il mio destin fatale" is in MS L; R p 392 & V p 414. Key