242. ‘- Mira quell colle, o stanco mio cor vago:’

‘Look at that hill, O weary loving heart:

we left her there yesterday, who once

had some care for us, and even pitied us,

who now from our eyes would draw a flood.

Return there, where I only wish to be:

see if the time perhaps has come as yet

to end our grief, that has so increased,

you of my ills companion and prophet.’

‘Now you are truly lost in forgetfulness

and talk as though you heart were with you still,

wretch, full of idle thoughts and foolish!

For in departing from your great desire,

you went away, and it remained with her,

and hid itself within her lovely eyes.’