Ah, bring swift compensation to my wish,
Thou blessed spirit, I said, and give me proof
That what I think in thee I can reflect !
Whereat the light, that still was new to me,
Out of its depths, whence it before was singing,
As one delighted to do good, continued:
Within that region of the land depraved
Of Italy, that lies between Rialto
And fountain heads of Brenta and of Piava,
Rises a hill, and mounts not very high,
Wherefrom descended formerly a torch
That made upon that region great assault.
Out of one root were born both I and it;
Cunizza was I called, and here I shine
Because the splendour of this star o'ercame me
Thou blessed spirit, I said, and give me proof
That what I think in thee I can reflect !
Whereat the light, that still was new to me,
Out of its depths, whence it before was singing,
As one delighted to do good, continued:
Within that region of the land depraved
Of Italy, that lies between Rialto
And fountain heads of Brenta and of Piava,
Rises a hill, and mounts not very high,
Wherefrom descended formerly a torch
That made upon that region great assault.
Out of one root were born both I and it;
Cunizza was I called, and here I shine
Because the splendour of this star o'ercame me
Oh, you...
ReplyDeleteIf anybody deserves it, it's him.
Thank you.