The Witch-Maid, and Other Verses/Non Penso a Lei
NON PENSO A LEI
(Canzone Ferrandini)
When I pass by below your window, singing,
Never by any chance I think of you;
And jealousy your hard heart may be wringing—
I go that way because I've work to do.
And if you think, beneath the gay voice throbbing,
You hear the sound of one in sorrow sobbing—
I sing thus since my mood is thus. Believe me,
Madame, no hopeless love of you shall grieve me.
If they have said that I look pale and worn,
Time is at fault, not any woman's scorn.
If they have said I daily seek Death's doors,
What's that to you ? Am I a love of yours?
But if I see you smiling at Gigi that sweet way,
Then I go to the galleys and you to churchyard clay.