92. ‘Piangete, donne, et con voi pianga Amore:’

Weep, ladies, and let Love weep with you:

Weep, lovers, throughout the world,

for he is dead, who while he lived on earth,

had one intent, that of honouring you.

I only pray, for myself, that bitter grief

should not be such as stifles my tears,

and that it should allow as many sighs

as I may need, to ease my heart.

Weep, poetry, again: weep, my verses,

because our beloved master, Cino,

has just now departed from us.

Weep Pistoia, and her perverse citizens

who have lost so sweet a neighbour:

and Heaven, where he has gone, rejoice.

Note: The poet Cino da Pistoia (d.1337) is also mentioned in poem 287. He had been exiled from Pistoia.