(13th Century Italian)
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Era il giornochi'al sol si scolararo per la pieta del suo
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fattore i rai quando i' fui preso, et non me ne guardai,
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che i be' vostr'occhi, Donna mi legaro.
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Tempo non mi parea da far riparo contr' a colpi
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d'Amor; pero m'andai secur, senza sospetto, onde I
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mieie guai nel commune dolor s'incominciaro.
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Trovommi Amor del tutto disarmato, et aperta la via
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per gli occhi al core che di lagrime soon fatti uscio et varco.
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Pero al mio parer non li
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fu onore ferir me de saetta in quello stato,
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a voi armata non mostrar pur l'arco.
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(English)
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It was the day when the sun's rays turned pale with grief
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for his Maker when I was taken, and I did not defend myself
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against it, for your lovely eyes, Lady, bound me.
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It did not seem to me a time for being on guard against Love's
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blows; therefore I went confident and without fear, and so my
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misfortunes began in the midst of the universal woe.
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Love found me altogether disarmed, and the way open through
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my eyes to my hear, my eyes which are now the portal and
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passageway of tears.
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Therefore, as it seems to me, it got him no honor to strike me
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with an arrow in that state, and not even to show his bow to you,
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who were armed.
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Trovommi Amor
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| Mediaeval Baebes |
