Un di all'azzurro spazio

Here you hit me where I hide jealously
the purest beating of the soul.
Now you will see, girl, what a poem
the word 'Love' is, here the cause of mockery!

One day in the blue space I looked deep,
and on the meadows full of violets, the sun rained gold,
and the world was shining with gold:
it seemed the earth a huge treasure,
and the sky served as its casket.
From the earth to my forehead
came a lively caress, a kiss.
I cried defeated by love:
I love you who kiss me, divinely beautiful,
o my homeland!
And I wanted to pray for love!
I crossed the threshold of a church;
there a priest in the niches
of the saints and the Virgin,
was piling up gifts
and to the deaf ear
a trembling old man
in vain asked for bread
and in vain stretched out his hand!
I crossed the threshold of the dwellings;
a man slandered there
cursing the ground
that the treasury fills
and against God he raged
and against men
the tears of the children.
In such miseries, what does the patrician offspring do?
Only your eyes express humanely here
a look of pity, which I looked at you
as an angel.
And I said: here is the beauty of life!
But then, to your words,
a new pain has struck me in the chest.
O beautiful young girl,
do not despise the words of a poet:
Listen! You do not know love,
love, divine gift, do not mock it,
of the world, love is the soul and life!