107. Non veggio ove scampar mi possa omai:’

I see no way now I can free myself:

those lovely eyes have warred with me so long,

that, alas, I fear this burden of care

will destroy my heart that knows no truce.

I want to flee: but those loving beams

that are in my mind day and night,

shine so that, in this fifteenth year,

they daze me more than on the first day:

and their image is so scattered round me

I cannot turn away so as not to see

their light, or one the same lit from it.

Such a forest grows from the one laurel

that my adversary leads me, with marvellous art,

wandering among the branches, as he wishes.