Ho seminato una proda d'amore; Non me n'è nato un maledetto filo! Non so, se ne divien dall' aridore, O veramente il seme era cattivo. Ho seminato laggiù in quel piano, Credeva fusse amore, ed era grano. Ho seminato lassù in quel poggio, Credeva fusse amore, ed era orzo. E s'è rannuvolato e par che piove, E s'è turbato le chiare fontane, E s'è turbato quella dell' amore; E par che piova e s'è fatto un bel sole! E s'è turbato quella del' amante, E par che piova, e il sol da sulle piante. Piacesse al Cielo che potessi fare, La vostra casa vicina alla mia; L'amor dalla finestra vorrei fare, Saren du' cuor contenti, anima mia! Saren due cuor contenti e sinceri, Saren due cuori innamorati veri.

I sowed a bank with love, but all in vain, For never one unlucky blade would grow! It may be that it failed for want of rain, Perhaps the seed was bad, I do not know. But all the seed I sowed on yonder plain, I thought was love, 'twas only common grain. And on that hill the seed that I let fall Was only common barley after all! The clouds have gathered, and I hear the rain, The storm has troubled every fountain clear. Love's fountain ne'er shall flow so bright again! But stay! The sun's beginning to appear! Love's fountain trembles when the storm it sees: But while it rains, the sun shines on the trees. If Heaven would grant the only joy I seek, To move thy house and set it close to mine, From window then to window we could speak, And in two hearts would full contentment shine. And in two hearts, with joy too great to tell, Would love sincere and full contentment dwell.

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Alexander, Francesca. Roadside Songs of Tuscany: Part IX. New York: John Wiley & Sons, 1885. 296-297

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