I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned,
Italia, my Italia, at thy name:
And when from out the mountain's heart I came
And saw the land for which my life had yearned,
I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:
And musing on the marvel of thy fame
I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame
The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.
The pine-trees waved as waves a woman's hair,
And in the orchards every twining spray
Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam:
But when I knew that far away at Rome
In evil bonds a second Peter lay,
I wept to see the land so very fair.
Turin
我抵达阿尔卑斯：我的灵魂开始燃烧，
意大利，我的意大利，为你的芳名：
我来自山脉的腹地深处，
看到我生命眷恋的那一片土地，
我开怀大笑仿佛赢得大奖的中彩者：
默念你令人惊叹的显赫名声，
我注视白昼，直到绿松石的天空
烙上火焰的伤痕，变成辉煌的金色。
松树波浪般涌动仿佛女人的长发，
果园里每一根缠卷的树枝
正在伸入盛开如波浪的花瓣：
但是，当我获知在远方的罗马
第二个彼得身陷邪恶的桎梏，
我含泪看到的土地却这般美好。
都灵