Ombra Mai fu Di vegetabile Cara ed amabile Soave piu. Frondi tenere e bell Del mio Platano amato, Per voi risplenda il Fato Tuoni, Lampi, e Procelle Non vi oltraggino mai la cara pace, Ne giunga a profanarvi Austro rapace. Never was there a shadow Of Branches Sweeter, more refreshing Or more gentle Tender and beautiful fronds Of my beloved plane tree Let fate smile upon you May thunder, lightning, and storms Never bother your dear peace Nor may you by blowing winds be profaned