L'Amante 
 
  Allor Bellacoglienza fu fermata 
Da questi tre portier' sotto tre porte, 
E con una catena molto forte 
Quella gentil eb[b]ero 'ncatenata. 
  Po' corser sopra me, quella brigata, 
E disson: «Sopra te cadran le sorte». 
Allor credetti ben ricever morte, 
Tanto facean di me gran malmenata: 
  Sì ch'i' misericordia domandai 
A Paura, a Vergogna e a quel crudele; 
Ma i·nessuna guisa la trovai. 
  Ciascun sì mi era più amar che fele; 
Per molte volte merzé lor gridai: 
Que' mi dicëan: «Per nïente bele». 
 
 

Lover 
 
      Then Fair Welcome was enclosed  
by these three gatekeepers behind three gates,  
and with a very strong chain  
they chained that noble one. 
      Then that group ran toward me  
and said: "Upon you the burden will fall." 
Then I thought for sure I'd die,  
for they were giving me a great beating. 
      I begged for mercy from  
Fear, Modesty, and that cruel one; 
but I received none at all. 
      Each one was more bitter than gall towards me;  
many times I shouted to them for mercy:  
they said to me: "You're bleating in vain."