Francesco Petrarch - Sonnet 3 lyrics

It was the morning of that blessed day Whereon the Sun in pity veiled his glare For the Lord's agony, that, unaware, I fell a captive, Lady, to the sway Of you swift eyes: that seemded no time to stay The strokes of Love: I stepped into the snare Secure, with no suspicion: then, and there I found my cue in man's most tragic play. Love caught me named to his shaft, his sheaf, The entrance for his ambush and surprise Against the heart wide open through the eyes, The constant gate and fountain of my grief: How craven so to strike me stricken so, Yet from you fully armed conceal his bow!