Title : Vengeful Heaven
by Florante ' s lamentation
just Heaven, where is your wrath?
you take your time in impotence
while the banner of the grossest evil
waves over Albanian land.
All over my hapless country
treason has establish its reign,
while goodness and wisdom lie prostrate,
buried alive by grievous grief.
Those who do good are burled
into the sea by mockery and strife;
every good man is buried.
the faithless and the evil of heart
are the ones enthroned in praise,
and every Perfidios, Bestial man
is honored with fragrant incense.
Teachery and evil tilt their heads in pride
while virtue is timid and bowed;
godly justice lies groveling and helpless,
all it can do is shed Copius tears.
And every mouth from which well out
words that spread the good and true
is quickly cracked and forced apart
by the sword of most abject death.
Ah, perfidious desire for wealth and power
ah, covetousness for honor fleeting like the wind,
you're the cause of every ill
and of all over Albania.
All this ,o merciful heaven,
you see from above, and yet allow,
the fountainhead of virtue and wisdom,
you let brutality submerge them.
Swing your powerful sword arm,
let the saber of fury lash out;
upon Albania send down
revenge against all evil hearts.
Why, o merciful heaven, have you turned deaf,
why ignore my fervent plea?
to one down-trodden and despised,
is it possible you turn ears away?
But then which mortal man can comprehend
your holy secret, my awesome god?
Nothing on the face of the earth transpires
that you didn't mean to bring some good.
Alas, to whom then can i cling for support,
where shall i fling my every plaint,
if heaven itself has refused to heed
the wail of my melancholy voice?
If you have willed this suffering
dear heaven, i can bear its weight,
if only you'd touch laura's heart
once in a while with thoughts of me.
For in the sea of grief and woe,
this broad expanse of tears I'm crossing,
Laura's thoughts upon her fallen love
would give my heart its sole delight.
a drop of thought from my dearest love
aroused by my plight brings the greatest
bliss,
enough to overwhelm the misery and woe
that treacherous and heartless men have laid on me.
Bound by these ropes, i imagine myself
laid out a corpse in its cold sleep
but mourned by the woman i love,
I rise from the dead to eternal life.
When in my mind i fumblingly grope
for the love two of us had shared,
the tears she shed whenever i grieved
turn all these suffering to joy.
But woe, alas for my ill fate!
of what use are those days of love
when now my love lies Unpertured
yielding herself in another's lap.
Against the chest of count Adolfo
I can see my beloved laura learning...
death, where now the fierceness you were wont to have?
I want this pain i feel to end.
Tags: