| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXIV. Bitter Sorrow
‘Why sighest thou?’ | | By Cino da Pistoia (1270–1336?) |
| | Translated by Warburton Pike
‘WHY sighest thou?’ Ah! ask not why; | |
| But late the tidings I have known, | |
| And all my wishes shattered lie: | |
| She whom I love, from earth has flown, | |
| And I am left behind, to sigh, | 5 |
| To see her ne’er, to live alone: | |
| My sad life ending, death draws nigh; | |
| That, now to me, my heart has shown. | |
| My eyes have lost their only light; | |
| On ladies they henceforth no more | 10 |
| Can gaze, their one poor joy the sight | |
| Of that dear house, that well-known door, | |
| Where they went oft, ere came the night | |
| To her, for whom my tears now pour. | | | | |
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