Z 630, III, 5: Ah, how happy are we. [Italian translation]

Ah, how happy are we!

From human passions free.

Ah, how happy are we!

Those wild tenants of the breast,

No, never can disturb our rest.

Ah, how happy are we!

Yet we pity tender souls

Whom the tyrant of love controls,

Ah, how happy are we,

From human passions free!

We the spirits of the air

That of human things take care,

Out of pity now descend

To forewarn what woes attend.

Greatness clogg'd with scorn decays,

With the slave no empire stays.

We the spirits of the air

That of human things take care,

Out of pity now descend

To forewarn what woes attend.

Cease to languish the in vain

Since never to be loved again.

We the spirits of the air

That of human things take care,

Out of pity now descend

To forewarn what woes attend.