Online: Michelangelo 161

Online: Michelangelo 161

What razored file, o ailing soul, so harrows down your failing skin— frail, exhausted, sculpted thin? When, freed by time, will you arise To heaven where you were so happy and so fair before— This mortal veiling cast aside? For even though I change my hide, in these few years that I have left, my oldest habit cannot change— it weighs me downward by the day and drives me all the more. Love, from you, I will not hide That I grow envious of the dead. Confused, I quake beside my trembling fearful soul. O in my final hours, Lord, make me please you. Stretch your merciful arms to me and, from myself, please set me free.

Online: Michelangelo 247

Caro m’è ‘l sonno, e più l’esser di sasso, mentre che ‘l danno e la vergogna dura; non veder, non sentir m’è gran ventura; però non mi destar, deh, parla basso.