Here let dead poetry rise once more to life. - Dante Alighieri

So long have I been subject to Love's sway
And grown accustomed to his mastery That where at first his rule seemed harsh to me
Sweet is his presence in my heart today.
Thus when all fortitude he takes away,
So that my frail spirits seem to flee,
Then I am lost in sweetness utterly
And pallid looks my fainting soul display.
Love marshals then against me all his might;Routed, my spirits wander, murmuring,
And to my lady bring
Petition for new solace in my plight.
Thus by her merest glance I am unmanned,
And pride so humbled, none could understand.

"Majster tvoj vie, že nieto váčšej biedy
než spomínať si na blažené časy
za časov zlých," mi riekla v odpovedi.

Could I have everything for which I long, You would not still endure this banishment way from human nature,” I replied. “Your image - dear, fatherly, benevolent - Being fixed inside my memory, has imbued My heart: when in the fair world, hour by hour You taught me, patiently, it was you who showed The way man makes himself eternal; therefore, The gratitude I feel toward you makes fit That while I live, I should declare it here. And what you tell me of my future, I write