Quel sguardo sdegnosetto Lucente e minacioso, Quel dardo velenoso Vola a ferirmi il petto: Bellezze ond'io tutt'ardo E son da me diviso. Piagatemi col sguardo, Sanatemi col riso. Armatevi pupille D'asprissimo, d'asprissimo rigore, Versatemi su'l core Un nembo di faville, Ma 'l labro non sia tardo A ravvivarmi ucciso. Feriscami quel sguardo, Ma sanimi quel riso. Begli occhi a l'armi, a l'armi! Io vi preparo il seno. Gioite di piagarmi, Infin ch'io venga meno. E se da vostri dardi Io resterò conquiso, Ferischino quei sguardi Ma sanimi quel riso. | That look with its touch of disdain, Lustrous and menacing, That poison dart Flies to wound me to the core: Delights by which I am all afire And am without myself. Afflict me with your look, Heal me with your laugh. Arm yourselves pupils With severest, with severest rigour, Pour around my heart A cloud of sparks, But let your lips not be slow To revive me from the slaying. Let that look wound me, But let that laugh heal me. Beautiful eyes – to arms, to arms! I open my bosom to you, Rejoice in my affliction, That my submission becomes final. And if by your darts I remain vanquished, Let those looks wound, But let that laugh heal me. |