Ezra Pound - Ballata XI: "Because no hope is left me, Ballatetta..." lyrics

Because no hope is left me, Ballatetta, Of return to Tuscany, Light-foot go thou some fleet way Unto my Lady straightway, And out of her courtesy Great honour will she do thee. Tidings thou bearest with thee sorrow-fain Full of all grieving, overcast with fear. On guard! Lest any one see thee or hear, Any who holds high nature in disdain, For sure if so, to my increase of pain, Thou wert made prisoner And held afar from her, Hereby new harms were given Me and, after d**h even, Dolour and griefs renewed. Thou knowest, Ballatetta, that d**h layeth His hand upon me whom hath Life forsaken; Thou knowest well how great a tumult swayeth My heart at sound of her whom each sense crieth Till all my mournful body is so shaken That I cannot endure here, Would'st thou make service sure here? Lead forth my soul with thee (I pray thee earnestly) When it parts from my heart here. Ah, Ballatetta, to thy friendliness, I do give o'er this trembling soul's poor case. Bring thou it there where her dear pity is, And when thou hast found that Lady of all grace Speak through thy sighs, my Ballad, with thy face Low bowed, thy words in sum: ‘Behold, thy servant is come –This soul who would dwell with thee– Asundered suddenly From Him, Love's servitor.' O smothered voice and weak that tak'st the road Out from the weeping heart and dolorous, Go, crying out my shatter'd mind's alarm, Forth with my soul and this song piteous Until thou find a lady of such charm, So sweetly intelligent That e'en thy sorrow is spent. Take thy fast place before her. And thou, Soul mine, adore her Alway, with all thy might.