Era'l bel viso suo qual esser suole
Da prima ver'alcuna volt'il cielo
Quando la pioggia cade e'a un temp'il sole
Si sgombr'intorn'il nubiloso velo
E come'il Rosignuol dolci carole
Mena nei rami'alhor del verde stelo
Così'alle belle lagrime le piume
Si bagn'amore e gode al chiaro lume.
English translation
Her face was such as sometimes in the spring
We see a doubtful sky, when on the plain
A shower descends, and the sun, opening
His cloudy veil, looks out amid the rain.
And as the nightingale then loves to sing
From branch of verdant stem her dulcet strain,
So in her beauteous tears his pinions bright
Love bathes, rejoicing in the crystal light.