Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,

and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment,

and the beautiful country, and the place where I was joined

to the two beautiful eyes that have bound me:

 

and blessed be the first sweet suffering

that I felt in being conjoined with Love,

and the bow, and the shafts with which I was pierced,

and the wounds that run to the depths of my heart.

 

Blessed be all those verses I scattered

Calling out the name of my lady,

and the sighs, and the tears, and the passion:

 

and blessed be all the sheets

where I acquire fame, and my thoughts,

that are only of her, that no one else has part of.

 

This poem comes from a collection of poems called The Canzonier (the song book) written by Francesco Petrarch between the year 1327 to 1368. The present poem is a translation from the original Italian by A. S. Kline.

If you cannot feel the feelings expressed in this poem, you might as well stop reading poems altogether.

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