Francesco Petrarca. (№ 314468)

The collection of songs, loyal passion of the young,
Wrenching sighs echo is not extinguished
Since then, I made a mistake the first time
Not knowing his future parts.
In vain dreams, and futile torment in power,
My voice breaks sometimes
Why not ask the forgiveness of you,
Lovers, but only about participation.
After all, what everyone was laughing at me,
It does not mean that judges are too strict:
I see now that was funny.
And for former thirst vain benefits
Penalty is now himself, realizing in the end,
That the joy of the mundane - a short sleep.