Wherefore I tell you, and my words are true,
From heaven came her beauty, rare and tender,
Her loveliness was wrought in Paradise,
Men's dazzled eyes can scarce support her splendour.
Folquet of Romans:
When I behold her beauty rare,
I'm so confused and startled by her worth,
I ween I am no longer on this earth.
A canzone which has been attributed to Cavalcanti, Cino da Pistoia and Dante, reads as follows:
My lady comes and ev'ry lip is silent;