Превод - Италиански-Английски - Gioite al canto mio selve frondose gioite amati...

Rejoice at my singing, o leafy woods,
rejoice, o beloved hills, and from all around
I hear echoes of hidden valleys coming here.
My beautiful beamful sun has risen again
and with its beautiful eyes, which humiliate Delos,
redoubles the fire for the souls and the light for the day,
and subjects to love the earth and the sky.