63. ‘Volgendo gli occhi al mio novo colore’

Turning your eyes on my strange colour

that sets people thinking of death,

pity moved you: so that, greeting me

with kindness, you have kept my heart alive.

That frail life, that still exists in me

was the clear gift of your lovely eyes,

and your voice, angelically sweet.

I recognise my being comes from them:

for like a lazy beast stirred by a stick,

they likewise woke my heavy mind.

Lady, you have both the keys of my heart

in your hand: and I am content,

ready to sail with every breeze:

everything of yours is sweet honour to me.