Petrarch - Ogni giorno mi par più di mill' anni lyrics

FAR FROM FEARING, HE PRAYS FOR DEATH Each day to me seems as a thousand years, That I my dear and faithful star pursue, Who guided me on earth, and guides me too By a sure path to life without its tears. For in the world, familiar now, appears No snare to tempt; so rare a light and true Shines e'en from heaven my secret conscience through, Of lost time and loved sin the gla** it rears. Not that I need the threats of d**h to dread, (Which He who loved us bore with greater pain) That, firm and constant, I his path should tread: 'Tis but a brief while since in every vein Of her he enter'd who my fate has been, Yet troubled not the least her brow serene. Macgregor.