Per tropo fede - Ensemble Micrologus, Patrizia Bovi

Non?

dolor n?

pi?

mortale spasemo

come, senza falir, cader in biasemo:

el ben se tacie e lo mal pur se cigola.

Lasso colui che mai se fid?

in femena.

ch?

l’amor so veneno amaro semena.

onde la morte speso se ne spigola!

Oim?, ch’Amor m’ha posto in cotal arzere.

onde convienme ognor lagreme sparzere.

s?

che de doglia lo mio cor formigola.

Do not?

pain n?

pi?

deadly spasm

how, without falir, will fall into blame:

el ben if silent and badly even if it creaks.

Laid he who never trust?

in femena.

ch?

love I know is bitter semena.

whereby death spent is gleaned from it!

Oim ?, which Amor has placed me in such arzere.

waves convienme each lagreme sparzere.

s?

that my heart tingles with pain.