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When my sun's chariot crossed our sky, warmed this world, his regal fire offended some eyes, others were allured and deceived, their vision colored by envy: none could perceive his integrity or value his strength: without him the world is cold and bleak, and now honest and therefore lovely need makes the best venerate, the lesser in loss see their mistake. Death makes courage valued and famous: devouring time which buries men's names has not insisted on her laws, forbade venom to come near. The brightest chivalry could not match yours: limitless daring drove you from my arms. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V XI:11. See also B A1:43:24; R XXIIII:76 Translation: Thérault 443. Key |
