3 Sonnets of Petrarch: No. 3, Sonnet No. 300

What a grudge I hold against you selfish earth

Embracing her of whose sight I am deprived

Denying me the look of a lovely face

Where after all my strife I had found peace

What a grudge I hold against a heaven

That shuts and locks its gates

And with such greediness received with open arms

The spirit of her graceful form

While for others the gates are seldom unlocked

What a grudge I hold against those fortunate souls

Who enjoy the pleasure of her sweet and holy company

The pleasure of her sweet and holy company

Which I with eagerness

Which I with the utmost eagerness had always sought

What a grudge I hold against hard and pitiless death

Who having extinguished my life through her

Who having extinguished my life through her

Now dwells in her lovely eyes

And does not send for me