Sonetto XXIV
Language: Italian (Italiano)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE LIT SPA
Spirto ben nato, in cui si specchia e vede
Nelle tuo belle membra oneste e care
Quante natura e 'l ciel tra no' puo' fare,
Quand'a null'altra suo bell'opra cede;
Spirto leggiadro, in cui si spera e crede
Dentro, come di fuor nel viso appare,
Amor, pietà, mercè, cose sì rare
Che mà furn'in beltà con tanta fede;
L'amor mi prende, e la beltà mi lega;
La pietà, la mercè con dolci sguardi
Ferma speranz'al cor par che ne doni.
Qual uso o qual governo al mondo niega,
Qual crudeltà per tempo, o qual più tardi,
C'a sì bel viso morte non perdoni?
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- ENG English (Carl Johengen) , "Sonnet XXIV", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Sonnet XXIV", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- LIT Lithuanian (Lietuvių kalba) (Giedrius Prunskus) , "Sonetas XXIV", copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Juan Henríquez Concepción) , copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Espíritu bien nacido, en el que se...
Language: Spanish (Español)  after the Italian (Italiano)
Espíritu bien nacido, en el que se refleja y ve
En tus bellos miembros honestos y queridos
Cuanta naturaleza y cielo entre nosotros puede dar,
Cuando a ningún otro su bella obra cede;
Espíritu liviano, en el que se espera y cree
Dentro, como de fuera en el rostro aparece,
Amor, piedad, merced, cosas tan raras
Que nunca dio beldad con tanta fé;
El amor me captura, y la beldad me ata;
La piedad, la merced con dulces miradas
Firme esperaza al corazón parece que nos da.
Qué uso o qué gobierno al mundo niega,
Qué crueldad por tiempo, o cual más tarde,
Como si un bello rostro la muerte no perdona?
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This text was added to the website: 2008-11-26
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Word count: 112