L'Amante 
 
  Udendo che Ragion mi gastigava 
Perch' i' al Die d'Amor era 'nservito, 
Di ched i' era forte impalidito, 
E sol perch' io a·llui troppo pensava, 
  I' le dissi: «Ragion, e' no·mi grava 
Su' mal, ch'i' ne sarò tosto guerito, 
Ché questo mio signor lo m'à gradito», 
E ch'era folle se più ne parlava; 
  «Chéd i' son fermo pur di far su' grado, 
Perciò ch'e' mi promise fermamente 
Ched e' mi mettereb[b]e in alto grado 
  Sed i' 'l servisse bene e lealmente»: 
Per che di lei i' non pregiava un dado, 
Né su' consiglio i' non teneva a mente. 
 
 

Lover 
 
      Hearing that Reason was scolding me  
for my enslavement to the God of Love,  
for which I had become so pale,  
and only because of my thinking of him too much, 
      I said to her: "Reason, the pain he inflicts does not weigh  
on me, because I will soon be healed,  
for this master of mine has promised it to me" 
--and that Reason was crazy if she continued to discuss it. 
      "For I am set only on pleasing him,  
since he gave me firm promises  
that he would put me in a high place, 
      if I would serve him well and faithfully." 
Therefore, I did not care about her at all,  
nor did I remember or follow her advice.