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Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Entrapped (4)

[8: 41.3 - 42.8]

Non risponde, ma preme il guerrier forte
Nel cor profondo i dolorosi affanni,
E fra se stesso accusa Amore, la Sorte,
La sua sciocchezza e l'altrui feri inganni.
E talhor dice in tacite parole:
- Leve perdita fia perdere il sole.

Ma di più vago sol più dolce vista,
Misero, i' perdo, e non so già se mai
In loco tornerò che l'alma trista
Si rassereni a gli amorosi rai -.
Poi gli sovvien d'Argante, e più s'attrista
E - Troppo (dice) al mio dover mancai;
Et è ragion ch'ei mi disprezzi e scherna.
O mia gran colpa, o mia vergogna eterna! -

The strong knight(*) does not reply, and pushes
His painful anxiety to his heart's depths
While he keeps accusing Love, Fortune,
His own foolishness and the others' tricks.
He also happens to think to himself,
"It would be the least to lose the sun,

But, alas, I will lose the sweet sight
Of a more beautiful sun. (**) Who knows
If I'll ever go back where my soul
Will be cheered up by the rays of love."
He then recalls Argantes and his sadness
Worsens: "I forgot about my duty. (***)
He will despise me, and rightly so.
Oh my great fault, oh my endless shame!"

(*) Tancred
(**) Clorinda, the Muslim she-knight with whom he has secretly fallen in love.
(***) He had to fight the second 'match' against the Muslim hero Argantes. His absence would -- and will -- be a shame for the whole Christian army.