La Dolcissima Effigie

The sweetest image smiling
In you I see my dear mother;
In your heart
Of my homeland, sweet and illustrious
I receive the breeze,
That opened my mind.
Beautiful you are, like my flag,
Of fiery battles within the mist;
You are joyful, like the chimera
Of the glory promised to the victor.
Beautiful you are, you are joyful.
Yes, love makes me a poet.