Vaga luna, che inargenti [English translation]

Lovely moon, that, with its light,

silvers these shores and flowers

and breathes into the elements

the language of love;

you are now the only witness

of my ardent longing;

tell her, who ravishes me,

about my throbs and sighs.

Tell her, too, that even distance

cannot ease my pain,

that if I cherish any hope,

it is only for the future.

Tell her that, day and night,

I count the sorrowful hours,

that a flattering hope

comforts me in my love.