Di te me veggo e di lontan mi chiamo
per appressarm’al ciel dond’io derivo,
e per le spezie all’esca a te arrivo,
come pesce per fil tirato all’amo.
    E perc’un cor fra dua fa picciol segno
di vita, a te s’è dato ambo le parti;
ond’io resto, tu ‘l sai, quant’io son, poco.
    E perc’un’alma infra duo va ‘l più degno,
m’è forza, s’i’ voglio esser, sempre amarti;
ch’i’ son sol legno, e tu se’ legno e foco.

You’re wood, but gloriously aflame

Seeing I’m yours, I rouse me from afar

to come near the heaven I owe my being to.

With your alure the bait, I’m drawn to you,

tugged, as with hook and line poor fishes are.

And, as a heart torn two ways fails to show

much sign of life, to you both halves are given,

which leaves me poor – that’s saying: much the same.

Souls, offered a chioce, pick out the worthiest, so

not loving you’s not life; that’s how I’m riven.

I’m wood. You’re wood, but gloriously aflame.

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