by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation © by Paolo Montanari

La farfalletta
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Farfalletta, aspetta aspetta;
non volar con tanta fretta.
Far del mal non ti vogl'io;
ferma appaga il desir mio.

Vo' baciarti e il cibo darti,
da' perigli preservarti.
Di cristallo stanza avrai
e tranquilla ognor avrai.

L'ali aurate, screzïate,
so che Aprile t'ha ingemmate,
che sei vaga, vispa e snella,
fra tue eguali la più bella.

Ma crin d'oro ha il mio tesoro,
il fanciullo ch'amo e adoro;
E a te pari vispo e snello,
fra i suo'eguali egli è il più bello.

Vo' carpirti, ad esso offrirti;
più che rose, gigli e mirti
ti fia caro il mio fanciullo,
ed a lui sarai trastullo.

Nell'aspetto e terso petto
rose e gigli ha il mio diletto.
Vieni, scampa da' perigli,
non cercar più rose e gigli.


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  • ENG English (Paolo Montanari) , title 1: "The little butterfly", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Line count: 24
Word count: 126

The little butterfly
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Little butterfly, wait, o, wait,
don't fly away so quickly.
I don't mean to harm you,
stop and fulfil my wish.
I want to kiss you and to feed you,
to save you from danger.
You shall have a crystal room
and will always live in peace.
I know that April gemmed
your golden, variegated wings,
I know you're pretty, lively and graceful,
among your equals the most beautiful.
But my beloved has golden hair,
the lad I love and adore.
And as you, he's lively and graceful,
among his equals the most beautiful.
I want to snatch and offer you to him;
dearer than roses, lilies and myrtles,
my lad will be to you
and you will be his plaything.
In his looks, in his pure bosom,
my darling has roses and lilies.
Come, escape form danger,
seek roses and lilies no more.


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This text was added to the website: 2004-01-22
Line count: 24
Word count: 144