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160. ‘Amor et io sí pien’ di meraviglia’
Love and I, as full of amazement
as ever anyone who saw a marvellous thing,
gaze at her when she speaks or smiles
who is like herself alone, and no one else.
Under the lovely peace of her tranquil brows
those two faithful stars of mine so sparkle,
that no other light can inflame and guide
him who consigns himself to love nobly.
What a miracle she is, when she sits among
the grasses like a flower, or when she
brushes against a green bush with her breast!
What sweetness in the newborn season
to see her walk alone, her thoughts for company,
weaving a garland for her clear curling gold!