When the hot pain presses in and constricts
my heart, I sit down by the jeweled coals
fueling it: I let the flames enthrall me:
my soul consents to this to know such sweetness.
To cure evil draw near, explore the pain,
understand the place: so I turn to him,
accept as a kind of game, the heavy
weight of a fear, anxiety, breathlessness.
And then there's a gleam in his eyes, the light
of my life, rich hope and beauty are mine:
surely all these augur a happy end ...
Who would not worship unequalled courage?
Who would not gaze at the dawn of the Sun?
Who would not wonder at a new Phoenix?
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
V CV:105. From B A2:32:71; R LXXXV:238. Translation: Lawley 45-6. The 1st line is echoed by Bernardino Rota in his 9th eclogue (dedicated to Vittoria). Key