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.
Copyright © 2013 RAMU DAS
Hi Ramu,
I find the closing three lines to be very powerful. To me . it signifies the irony which we come across sometimes in life. Our passions, directed towards some aspect in our life, makes us famous. But the reason behind our fame is scarcely understood.As we embrace such fame, do we live in truth or in fraud?
Shakti
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