by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475 - 1564)
Translation © by Guy Laffaille

Sonetto XXIV
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE 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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  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Sonnet XXIV", copyright © 2015, (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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Sonnet XXIV
Language: French (Français)  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Esprit bien né, en qui est réfléchi et vu
Dans tes beaux membres, honnête et cher,
Tout ce que la nature et le ciel peuvent créer,
Surpassant toute autre œuvre de beauté ;
Esprit gracieux, en qui on espère et on croit,
Demeurent, comme ils apparaissent sur ton visage,
Amour, pitié, miséricorde, choses si rares
Et jamais trouvées dans la beauté avec une telle foi ;
L'amour me prend, et la beauté me lie ;
La pitié, la miséricorde avec de doux regards
Avec une ferme espoir remplissent mon cœur.
Quelle règle ou quel gouvernement du monde,
Quelle cruauté de ce temps ou de plus tard,
Pourrait empêcher la mort d'épargner un si beau visage ?

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