‘Sí travïato è 'l folle mi' desio'
My passion's folly is so led astray
by following what turns and flees,
and flies from Love's light supple noose
in front of my slow pace,
that the more I recall its steps
to the safe road, the less it hears me:
nor does spurring on help me, or turning about,
resisting what Love does by nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem