| SIEPE, CHE GLI ORTI VAGHI ... | HEDGE, THAT DIVIDES ... |
| Torquato Tasso | trans. A.S.Kline |
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Siepe, che gli orti vaghi e me da me dividi, sė bella rosa in te giammai non vidi com'è la donna mia bella, amorosa e pia; e mentr'io stendo sovra te la mano la mi stringe pian piano. |
Hedge, that divides the lovely Garden, and myself from me, Never in you so fair a rose I see As she who is my lady, Loving, sweet and holy: Who as I stretch my hand to you Presses it, so softly, too. |
Trans. copyright © A.S.Kline 2004