75. ‘I begli occi ond’i’ fui percosso in guisa’

Those lovely eyes, that struck me in such guise

that only they themselves could heal the wound,

and not the power of herbs, nor magic art,

nor some lodestone from far beyond our seas,

have so closed the road to other love,

that one sweet thought alone fills my mind:

and if my tongue wishes to pursue it,

that guide, and not the tongue is to be blamed.

Those are the lovely eyes that make

my lord’s enterprise victorious

on every side, above all my heart’s:

those are the lovely eyes that always live

in my heart among the blazing sparks,

so that speaking of them never makes me tired.