Standomi un giorno

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Author: Francesco Petrarca in Il Canzoniere. 323

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• Orlando di Lasso
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Text and translations

Italian text 1  Standomi un giorno solo a la fenestra, Onde cose vedea tant’e sí nove, Ch’era sol di mirar quasi già stancho, Una fera m’apparve da man destra, Con fronte humana, da far arder Giove, Cacciata da duo veltri, un nero, un biancho; Che l’un e l’altro fiancho De la fera gentil mordean sí forte, Che ’n poco tempo la menaro al passo Ove, chiusa in un sasso, Vinse molta bellezza acerba morte: E mi fe’ sospirar sua dura sorte. 2  Indi per alto mar vidi una nave, Con le sarte di seta, e d’òr la vela, Tutta d’avorio e d’ebeno contesta; E il mar tranquillo, e l’aura era soave, E il ciel qual è se nulla nube il vela, Ella carca di ricca merce honesta: Poi repente tempesta Oriental turbò sí l’aer’e l’onde, Che la nave percosse ad uno scoglio. O che grave cordoglio, Brev’or’ oppress’e poco spazio asconde, L’alte ricchezze a null’altre seconde. 3  In un boschetto novo, i rami santi Fiorian d’un lauro giovenetto e schietto, Ch’un delli arbor’ parea di paradiso; E di sua ombra uscian sí dolci canti Di vari augelli, e tant’altro diletto, Che dal mondo m’avean tutto diviso; E mirandol io fiso, Cangiossi ‘l cielo intorno, e tinto in vista, Folgorando ’l percosse, e da radice Quella pianta felice Súbito svelse onde mia vita è trista, Che simile ombra mai non si racquista. 4  Chiara fontana in quel medesmo bosco Sorgea d’un sasso, e acque fresche e dolci Spargea, soavemente mormorando; Al bel seggio, riposto, ombroso e fosco, Né pastori appressavan né bifolci, Ma ninfe e muse a quel tenor cantando: Ivi m’assisi, e quando Piú dolcezza prendea di tal concento E di tal vista, aprir vidi uno speco, E portarsene seco La fonte e ’l loco: ond’anchor doglia sento, E sol de la memoria mi sgomento. 5  Una strania fenice, ambedue l’ale Di porpora vestita, e ’l capo d’oro, Vedendo per la selva altera e sola, Veder forma celeste e immortale Prima pensai, fin ch’a lo svelto alloro Giunse, e al fonte che la terra invola: Ogni cosa al fin vola; Che, mirando le frondi a terra sparse, E ’l troncon rotto, e quel vivo humor secco, Volse in se stessa il becco, Quasi sdegnando, e ’n un punto disparse: Onde ’l cor di pietate, e d’amor m’arse. 6  Al fin vid’io per entro i fiori e l’erba Pensosa ir sí leggiadra e bella donna, Che mai nol penso ch’i’ non arda e treme: Humile in sé, ma ’ncontra Amor superba; Ed avea indosso sí candida gonna, Sí testa, ch’oro e neve parea inseme; Ma le parti supreme Eran avolte d’una nebbia oscura: Punta poi nel tallon d’un picciol angue, Come fior colto langue, Lieta si dipartio, nonché secura. Ahi, nulla, altro che pianto, al mondo dura! Canzon, tu puoi ben dire: “Queste sei visioni al signor mio Àn fatto un dolce di morir desio”. Canzone 323

English translation 1  One day, standing alone at my window, from which I saw so many novel things, I was almost weary merely from gazing, I saw a wild creature appear from my right, with human features enough to make Jove burn, hunted by two hounds, one white, one black: that gnawed the two flanks of that gentle creature so fiercely that in no time at all it led to such a pass, that she was enclosed by stone, bitter death had conquered great beauty: and I was left sighing at her harsh fate. 2  Then I saw a ship in the deep ocean, with silken ropes, and golden sails, the rest equal to ivory and ebony: the sea was calm, and the breeze was gentle, and the sky as when no cloud veils it, and she carried a rich cargo of virtue: then a sudden tempest from the east churned air and waves, so that the ship foundered on a reef. Oh what a heavy sadness! A brief hour conquered, a small space hid, that noble treasure without a peer. 3  In a fresh grove, the sacred branches of a laurel flowered, young and slender, it seemed a tree of paradise: and such sweet singing of varied birds issued from its shade, such noble joy, that I was lifted above this world: and gazing intently, the sky altered all round, and darkened, lightning struck, and suddenly that happy plant was torn up by its roots: so my life is saddened, since I cannot ask for such another shade. 4  In that same grove a crystal fountain sprang from beneath a stone, and sprinkled sweet fresh water, murmuring gently: no shepherd or flocks ever approached that lovely place, secret, shadowy and dark, but nymphs and Muses singing to its tones: there I sat: and while I absorbed the sweetness of that harmony, and of the sight, I saw a cave yawn wide, and carry with it the fountain and its site: so I feel the grief, and the memory alone dismays me. 5  I saw a strange phoenix, both its wings clothed in crimson, and its head with gold, solitary and alone in the wood, I first thought its form heavenly and immortal to the sight, till it reached the uprooted laurel, and the fountain that the earth had swallowed: all things fly towards their end: seeing the leaves scattered on the ground, and the broken trunk, and that dry spring, it turned its beak on itself, almost disdainfully, and in a moment vanished: so that my heart burns with pity and love. 6  Lastly I saw a lovely graceful lady go pensive among the flowers and grass, so I can’t think of her without burning, trembling: humble in herself, she was proud before Love: and she had on so white a gown, so woven it seemed gold mixed with snow: but the crown of her head was hidden by a dark mist: then, stung by a little snake in the heel, she bowed like a flower when picked, glad and confident to depart. Ah, nothing but weeping lasts in this world! Song, you might well say: ‘These visions have given my lord a sweet desire to die.’ Translation by Anthony S. Kline ©