300. ‘Quanta invidia io ti porto, avara terra,’

How much envy I bear you, greedy earth,

who embrace her, the sight of whom I’ve lost,

and deny me the look of that lovely face,

where I found peace from all my warfare!

How much I bear towards heaven that shut in,

imprisoned, and gathered so eagerly to itself,

the spirit from those lovely loosened limbs,

and so rarely frees it again for others!

How much envy towards those spirits

that have her sweet sacred company now,

which I always sought for with such longing!

How much towards pitiless harsh Death,

who, extinguishing my life with hers,

stays in her lovely eyes, and does not call me!