Francesco Petrarca. (№ 314478)

Cupid hand my breast cut off
And the heart exposed, and in this bosom
Laurel planted with foliage so green
What's the color of emerald in front of him faded.
It washed the sweetest tears flow,
He is from earth, the suffering loosened,
Above all trees ascended crown,
And to heaven the fragrance of its Vostek.
Noble plants roots
Since then, I wear my heart certainly
Good and glory, honor and beauty,
And chastity in dress Gornja -
And before Laurel prelone knee
His prayer is pure sacred honor.