I want to employ the muse
to make a couple of songs.
I find myself in the hills
and I live in Albitrone,
I’m sad and disconsolate
since Filicone1is dead.
I built for him a cemetery
all fenced by big walls.
For the workforce I spent
nothing but a few coins,
not to mention the rest
and also all the wreaths.
I made for him a coffin
all padded with leaves,
then I laid his head
on a feather pillow.
I don’t want to do like those
who throw them into a river.
1. The name of a dog.