309. ‘L’altro et novo miracol ch’a’ dí nostri’

The new and noble miracle that in our day

appeared in the world, and did not wish to stay,

which heaven merely showed then took away,

in order to adorn its heavenly cloister,

Love wishes me to paint and reveal for those

who have not seen it, first freeing my tongue,

then bringing a thousand times in vain

to the work, wit, time, pen, paper, and ink.

Verse has not yet reached its highest point:

I know that myself: or anyone who has tried,

before now, to speak or write of love.

He who can think, should silently value truth,

that exceeds all styles, and then sigh:

‘Blessed are those eyes that saw her living.’