Michelangelo Buonarroti

(1475-1564 / Italy)

Lxxii. _A Prayer For Aid._ - Poem by Michelangelo Buonarroti

Deh fammiti vedere.

Oh, make me see Thee, Lord, where'er I go!
If mortal beauty sets my soul on fire,
That flame when near to Thine must needs expire,
And I with love of only Thee shall glow.
Dear Lord, Thy help I seek against this woe,
These torments that my spirit vex and tire;
Thou only with new strength canst re-inspire
My will, my sense, my courage faint and low.
Thou gavest me on earth this soul divine;
And Thou within this body weak and frail
Didst prison it-how sadly there to live!
How can I make its lot less vile than mine?
Without Thee, Lord, all goodness seems to fail.
To alter fate is God's prerogative.


Comments about Lxxii. _A Prayer For Aid._ by Michelangelo Buonarroti

  • Fabrizio Frosini (12/29/2015 1:04:00 PM)


    Michelangelo Buonarroti - Rime
    274. Deh fammiti vedere in ogni loco!


    Deh fammiti vedere in ogni loco!
    Se da mortal bellezza arder mi sento,
    appresso al tuo mi sarà foco ispento,
    e io nel tuo sarò, com’ero, in foco.
    Signor mie caro, i’ te sol chiamo e ’nvoco5
    contr’a l’inutil mie cieco tormento:
    tu sol puo’ rinnovarmi fuora e drento
    le voglie e ’l senno e ’l valor lento e poco.
    Tu desti al tempo, Amor, quest’alma diva
    e ’n questa spoglia ancor fragil e stanca10
    l’incarcerasti, e con fiero destino.
    Che poss’io altro che così non viva?
    Ogni ben senza te, Signor, mi manca;
    il cangiar sorte è sol poter divino.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 31, 2010



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