213. ‘Grazie ch’a pochi il ciel largo destina:’

Graces that heaven hardly bestows widely:

rare virtue, not of our human race,

a wise head under a mass of blonde hair,

high divine beauty in a humble girl:

a singular and foreign gracefulness,

a singing voice that the heart can feel,

heavenly action, and a clear ardent spirit,

to defeat all harshness, and make pride bow down:

and those lovely eyes that dazzle the heart,

able to lighten the abyss and the night,

tear soul from body, and grant it to another:

with speech full of sweet and noble intellect,

with sighs that are so sweetly broken:

I was transformed by magic such as this.