The light I'm devoted to, sacred to
me, guides my soul through this to the life
beyond: on earth his example invites
me to act with true integrity; to
imagine him in Paradise sustains
me always; he opens a way through both:
if my feet can follow his, I shall dance
in that never-ending dance, and the ends
of mortal life will seem less wanting. If
my soul were equal to his, he'd have led
me long since to rapture there and peace here.
But God is not equally generous
with gifts, nor allow my perfections
to have a Sun for a guide, wings to fly.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V XC:90. From B A1:76:41. See also Ruscelli LXXXII:231. Key