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Le Laude by Iacopone da Todi

Le Laude Chapter 1 No.1

De la beata Vergine Maria e del Peccatore

-O Regina cortese,-io so a voi venuto

ch'al mio cor feruto-deiate medecare.

Io so a voi venuto-com'omo desperato

da omn'altro aiuto;-lo vostro m'è lassato;

se ne fusse privato,-faríeme consumare.

Lo mio cor è feruto,-Madonna, nol so dire;

ed a tal è venuto,-che comenza putire;

non deiate soffrire-de volerm'aiutare.

Donna, la sofferenza-sí m'è pericolosa;

lo mal pres'ha potenza,-la natura è dogliosa;

siate cordogliosa-de volerme sanare.

Non aio pagamento,-tanto so anichilato;

faite de me stromento,-servo recomperato;

donna, el prez'è dato:-quel ch'avest'a lattare.

Donna, per quel amore-che m'ha avut'el tuo figlio

dever'aver en core-de darm'el tuo consiglio;

succurrime, aulente giglio,-veni e non tardare.

-Figlio, poi ch'èi venuto,-molto sí m'è 'n piacere;

adomandimi aiuto,-dollote voluntere;

ètte oporto soffrire-co per arte voglio fare.

Medecaro per arte-emprima fa la diita;

guarda li sensi da parte-che non dien piú ferita

a la natura perita-che se possa aggravare.

E piglia l'oximello,-lo temor del morire;

ancora si fancello,-cetto ce de' venire;

vanetá lassa gire,-non pò teco regnare.

E piglia decozione-lo temor de lo 'nferno;

pens'en quella prescione-non escon en sempiterno;

la piaga girá rompenno-farallate revontare.

Denante al preite mio-questo venen revonta,

ché l'officio è sio;-Dio lo peccato sconta;

ca se 'l Nemico s'aponta,-non aia que mostrare.

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