I can, from my
Eyes, tell you new
Tidings, that are so
Pleasing to the heart,
That in sweetness love
Sighs. This new pleasure
That my heart feels,
Was caused only by
Seeing a woman that
Is so gentle and
Beautiful, and so adorned
That the heart greets
Her: her beauty can’t
Be known by vile
People: her colors call
The intellect to great
Courage. I see, that
In her eyes shines
The virtue of love
So gentle, that every
Sweet delight I comprehend:
And moves then a
Subtle soul, respect for
Which every other is
Vile; and it’s not
Possible to judge her,
Other than to say,
This is a new
Splendor. Go ballad, and
Find this woman and
Ask for mercy, that
Her eyes full of
Pity will move toward
You, for all faith
Rests in her; and
If she grants you
Grace, in a happy
Voice she will demonstrate
She has done you honor.