Moon Dive (Also in Italian! for spaghetti)

[Groupermadness]

and for us who dont have a clue what it said........



Canzone
O COMFORT doth avail me nought,
For mirth I am not fain:
The ships now gathered into port
Will hoist their sails again.
Full many a wight afar will go
To lands beyond the sea:
Alas, so deeply versed in woe,
What will become of me?
To other countries they are borne
Yet tell me not a word,
So I remain behind forlorn,
The while my sighs are heard
Tormenting me all through the night,
Tormenting me by day;
Nor heaven nor earth I see aright,
I know not where I stray.
O holy, holy God, O Thou
Who art the Virgin’s own,
Do Thou protect my love since now
I have been left alone:
O high and mighty potentate,
O God of awe and fear,
I pray Thee be compassionate
Towards my love so dear!
The cross that saveth everyone
Doth lead me from the way;
The cross for me hath sorrow won,
In vain to God I pray.
O pilgrim cross, why hast thou, say,
Brought me to such a plight?
I burn, I am consumed away,
Most miserable wight!
15 The Emperor doth with his peace
The whole wide world sustain;
But unto me doth war increase
Because my hope is ta’en.
O high and mighty potentate,
O God of awe and fear,
I pray thee be compassionate
Towards my love so dear!
O certes then I did not know,
When he the cross was fain
To clasp, he who did love me so
And whom I loved again,
That it would deal a blow so sore
And hold me captive fast
In prison-close for evermore
Until my life were past.
The ships at anchor lie, but soon
To sea they will put out,
And with them will depart my boon
And other folk no doubt;
O Father, Who createst all,
Bring them to port again
Who serve Thy holy cross withal
And thereto are right fain!
But, sweet, since thou dost understand
My sorrow, fashion, pray,
A sonnet, to the Syrian land
Then let it find its way,
Because henceforward rest to me
Nor day nor night doth bring,
In lands that lie beyond the sea
My life makes tarrying!