by Francesco Petrarca (1304 - 1374)
Translation © by A. S. Kline

Benedetto sia 'l giorno, e 'l mese, e...
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Available translation(s): ENG SPA
Benedetto sia 'l giorno, e 'l mese, e l'anno,
E la stagione, e 'l tempo, e l'ora, e 'l punto
E 'l bel paese e 'l loco, ov'io fui giunto
Da'duo begli occhi che legato m'ànno;

E benedetto il primo dolce affanno
Ch'i' ebbi ad esser con Amor congiunto,
E l'arco e la saette ond' i' fui punto,
E le piaghe, ch'infino al cor mi vanno.

Benedette le voci tante, ch'io
Chiamando il nome di Laura ho sparte,
E i sospiri e le lagrime e 'l desio.

E benedette sian tutte le carte
Ov'io fama le acquisto, e il pensier mio,
Ch'è sol di lei, si ch'altra non v'ha parte.

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Note: sometimes erroneously listed as Sonnet 47.

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  • ENG English (A. S. Kline) , no title, copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Francisque Reynard) , "Sonnet XXXIX"
  • SPA Spanish (Español) (Wilson Hidalgo) , "Bendito sea el día", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 110

Blessed be the day, and the month, and...
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Blessed be the day, and the month, and the year,
and the season, and the time, and the hour, and the moment,
and the beautiful country, and the place where I was joined
to the two beautiful eyes that have bound me:

and blessed be the first sweet suffering
that I felt in being conjoined with Love,
and the bow, and the shafts with which I was pierced,
and the wounds that run to the depths of my heart.

Blessed be all those verses I scattered
calling out the name of my lady,
and the sighs, and the tears, and the passion:

and blessed be all the sheets
where I acquire fame, and my thoughts,
that are only of her, that no one else has part of.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-03-10
Line count: 14
Word count: 127