henrik

hi

is there a friendly soul that could help me translate this text to english.

Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate;
Va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli,
Ove olezzano tepide e molli
L'aure dolci del suolo natal!

Del Giordano le rive saluta,
Di Sionne le torri atterrate...
Oh mia patria si bella e perduta!
O membranza sì cara e fatal!

Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
Perché muta dal salice pendi?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi,
Ci favella del tempo che fu!

O simile dei Solima ai fati
Traggi un suono di crudo lamento,
O t'ispiri il Signore un concento
Che ne infonda al patire virtù!


i hope someone can help me.

henrik

snoopy

Hi Henrik!
I give you a translation (Schiller Institute translation) of the "Va pensiero" by Giuseppe Verdi. See you around!

Go, thought, on golden wings
Go, alight on the cliffs, on the hills,
Where there are wafting the warm and gentle
Sweet breezes of our native land.

Greet the Jordan's banks
The fallen towers of Zion....
Oh, my fatherland—so beautiful and so lost!
Oh, remembrance so dear, and fatal.

Harp of gold of the prophet bards,
Why do you hang silent, from the willow?
Rekindle the memories in our breast
That speak to us of the time that was.

O [harp], like Solomon to the fates,
Draw a sound of harsh lamentation
May the Lord inspire in thee an accord
Which might infuse our suffering with virtù.

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henrik

mille mille grazie!!!

that was wery kind of you. thanks

henrik

snoopy

You are very very very welcome! see you next time!

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