Ix. _Thanks For A Gift._ Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti
Ix. _Thanks For A Gift._
Al zucchero, alla mula.
The sugar, candles, and the saddled mule,
Together with your cask of malvoisie,
So far exceed all my necessity
That Michael and not I my debt must rule,
In such a glassy calm the breezes fool
My sinking sails, so that amid the sea
My bark hath missed her way, and seems to be
A wisp of straw whirled on a weltering pool.
To yield thee gift for gift and grace for grace,
For food and drink and carriage to and fro,
For all my need in every time and place,
O my dear lord, matched with the much I owe,
All that I am were no real recompense:
Paying a debt is not munificence.
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Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime 299. Al zucchero, a la mula, a le candele Al zucchero, a la mula, a le candele, aggiuntovi un fiascon di malvagia, resta sì vinta ogni fortuna mia, ch’i’ rendo le bilance a san Michele. Troppa bonaccia sgonfia sì le vele,5 che senza vento in mar perde la via la debil mie barca, e par che sia una festuca in mar rozz’e crudele. A rispetto a la grazia e al gran dono, al cib’, al poto e a l’andar sovente10 c’a ogni mi’ bisogno è caro e buono, Signor mie car, ben vi sare’ nïente per merto a darvi tutto quel ch’i’ sono: ché ’l debito pagar non è presente.