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You are my living Sun. your gallantry, courage and worth are still felt on this earth; the day-star must rotate; its warmth and light come and go: your place is fixed, your light forever burning. Night's shadows obscure that God: the earth can't everywhere, at all times feel his strength: your death increased your fame: the noble honor your presence the more. Tiny clouds can hide or chill summer's heat: dark dense squalls of envy, war, and terror are powerless against your relit torch. The sun may light the stars, oceans, air, earth, fire--the blissful light you cast across this galaxy cheers, warms, gives life to me. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V LII:52. See also B A1:42:24; R XVIII:61. Key |
