‘Occhi mei lassi, mentre ch'io vi giro'
My weary eyes, there, while I turn you
towards the lovely face of her who slays you,
I pray you guard yourself
since, already, Love challenges you, so that I sigh.
Only Death can close from my thoughts
the loving path that leads them
to the sweet doorway of their blessing;
but your light can hide itself from you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem