O miei tristi pensier, che vergognosi
Language: Italian (Italiano)
O miei tristi pensier, che vergognosi
dentro il sen v'ascondete, or che siam soli
uscite fuor dell'affannoso petto.
Che mi giova, a dispetto
delli natali miei, della mia sorte,
aver saputo co' lo scaltro ingegno
una corona, un regno
e il titolo acquistar di re de' Corsi,
se timido e meschino
son costretto a fuggir ed a celarmi?
E a qual birbon della più vil canaglia
Genova pon sul capo mio la taglia?
In ciaschedun che incontro
un assassin pavento,
a ogni passo un'insidia, un tradimento,
un colpo d'archibuso o di pistola,
o un coltel nella gola;
se desino, se ceno,
temo ch'ogni boccon non sia veleno,
e in mezzo a tanti guai per tormentarmi
mancava l'ostessina,
quella crudel che ognora
quanto mi sprezza più, più m'innamora.
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O my sad thoughts, shamefully hiding
Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)
O my sad thoughts, shamefully hiding
yourselves in my breast,
now that we are alone,
you may leave my tormented breast.
I have succeeded with my astute cunning
in acquiring the crown, the kingdom,
and the title of King of the Corsicans.
What does this benefit me,
if in spite of my fortune and birth,
I am forced to flee and hide myself away,
fearful and wretched?
Genoa has placed what criminal's robes
upon my head?
In everyone I encounter,
I fear an assassin,
at every turn,
a conspiracy, a betrayal,
a shot from some arquebus or pistol,
or a knife to my throat.
At lunch or dinner,
I fear every mouthful might be poison.
And in the middle of so much woe,
there had to be that hostess to torment me,
that cruel innkeeper
with whom I always fall more in love
the more she spurns me.
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