Petrarch - Ballata VI lyrics

THOUGH SHE BE LESS SEVERE, HE IS STILL NOT CONTENTED AND TRANQUIL AT HEART From time to time more clemency for me In that sweet smile and angel form I trace; Seem too her lovely face And lustrous eyes at length more kind to be. Yet, if thus honour'd, wherefore do my sighs In doubt and sorrow flow, Signs that too truly show My anguish'd desperate life to common eyes? Haply if, where she is, my glance I bend, This hara**'d heart to cheer, Methinks that Love I hear Pleading my cause, and see him succour lend. Not therefore at an end the strife I deem, Nor in sure rest my heart at last esteem; For Love most burns within When Hope most pricks us on the way to win. Macgregor. From time to time less cruelty I trace In her sweet smile and form divinely fair; Less clouded doth appear The heaven of her fine eyes and lovely face. What then at last avail to me those sighs, Which from my sorrows flow, And in my semblance show The life of anguish and despair I lead? If towards her perchance I bend mine eyes, Some solace to bestow Upon my bosom's woe, Methinks Love takes my part, and lends me aid: Yet still I cannot find the conflict stay'd, Nor tranquil is my heart in every state: For, ah! my pa**ion's heat More strongly glows within as my fond hopes increase. Nott.