Va, pensiero [English translation]

Thought, take to air on golden wings

and rest on hillsides and hills,

where distant and tender breezes blow,

sweetly scented of native land!

Greet the banks of Jordan

and the smashed towers of Zion.

Oh my ever so beautiful yet lost homeland!

Oh ever so dear yet fatal memories!

Golden Harp of divinatory seers,

why is that you hang tacitly from the willow?

The memories within our hearts reignite and

tell us about by-gone times!

Oh similar to Jerusalem by fate

fraught with cruel sounds of lament.

May the Lord inspire judgement

so that virtue may be instilled!