Ov'è, lass', il bel viso? ecco, ei

Ov'è, lass', il bel viso? ecco, ei s'asconde.
Oimè, dov'il mio sol? Lasso, che velo
S'è post'inanti Te rend'oscur'il cielo?
Oimè ch'io il chiamo et veggio; ei non risponde.
Deh, se mai sieno a tue vele seconde
Aure, dolce mio ben, se cangi pelo
Et loco tardi, et se'l signor di Delo
Gratia et valor nel tuo bel sen'asconde,
Ascolta i miei sospiri et dà lor loco
Di volger in amor l'ingiusto sdegno,
Et vinca tua pietade il duro sempio.
Vedi qual m'arde et mi consuma fuoco;
Qual fie scusa miglior, qual maggior segno
Ch'io son di viva fede et d'amor tempio!

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

OV ' è, lass ', il bel viso? Behold, and he hides.Alas, where my sol? Alas, that veilS ' è ' inanti post You rend ' obscure ' heaven?Alas that I call et is this; He does not respond.Please, if you ever be in your second sailsAure, dolce mio ben, if Calderhead peloEt loco late, and if Mr DeloGratia et valor in your nice sen ' hides,Hear my sighs and gives them locallyTo turn on the unjust anger, loveEt win your pity hard example.See what Burns me et I fire consumes;What better excuse fie, what better signCh'io viva fede et son d'amor Temple!

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

Where is, lass', the pretty face? here, and conceals itself.
Alas, my dov'il sol? Lasso, that veil
has run post'inanti Te rend'oscur'il sky?
Alas I'm on and I see; and does not respond.
Ah, if ever Sieno in your sails second
Aure, sweet my love, if cangi hair
Et site later, et se'l Mr. Delos
Gratia et valor in your beautiful sen'asconde,
Listen to my sighs and gives their site
Di shall turn in love the unjust anger,
Et win your pity hard ple.
See what burns me et fire consumes me;
fie What better excuse, what greater sign
That I am the living faith et temple of love!

Hasil (Inggris) 3:

Ov, lass', the beautiful face? Behold, ei conceals itself.
wottest thou not what, where my sol? Lasso, that veil
S and post the inanti tea which can enhance the obscure the heaven'
wottest thou not what I fear the called et conjoined do see; ei does not respond.
Deh, if ever they deduce your sails second
Aure, sweet my well, if cangi hair
Et site later, et if the l mr of Delo
Gratia et valor in your nice sen'conceals itself,
listens to my sighs et from lor site
Of volger in amor the unjust anger,