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Wohl denk ich oft an mein vergangenes Leben
I do often think of my life past

Drei Gedichte von Michelangelo Three Poems by Michelangelo

Michelangelo

I do often think of my life past,
How it was before my love for you.
No-one then paid me any heed,
Each day for me was lost.
I really thought to give my life to song
And to flee the mass of men.
Now, in praise and blame my name is called,
And that I’m here, everybody knows.

Alles endet, was entsteht
Everything comes to an End

Drei Gedichte von Michelangelo Three Poems by Michelangelo

Michelangelo

Everything ends that came to be.
Everything, everywhere perishes,
For time flies, and the sun
Sees that all, everywhere perishes,
Thought, talk, pain, joy;
And those who were our grandsons
Vanished like the shade of day,
Like mist in a breeze.
Why, we were people too,
Happy and sad, just like you,
And now we are here without life,
Just dust, as you see.
Everything ends, all that came to be.
Everything, everywhere perishes.

Fühlt meine Seele das ersehnte Licht
Does my Soul feel the longed for Light

Drei Gedichte von Michelangelo Three Poems by Michelangelo

Michelangelo

Is my soul feeling this longed for light
Through God who created it? Or is it the ray
Of an other beauty from the vale of tears
Which breaks into my heart evoking memory?

Is it a sound, a vision in a dream
Which all at once fills my eyes and heart,
Burning with unimaginable pain,
Reducing me to tears? I don’t know.

What I long for, feel, what governs me
Is not within me; tell me how to possess it?
I will surely be shown how only by the grace of another.

In that, since seeing you, I’ve been engrossed.
I am moved by a Yes, a No; a Sweet, a Bitter –
For that, Mistress, your eyes are to blame.