Ah Girasole! stanco del tempo,
che conti i passi del Sole,
cercando quel dolce dorato paese
dove il cammino del viaggiatore è finito:
dove il Giovane consumato dal desiderio,
e la pallida Vergine ammantata di neve,
si alzano dalle loro tombe e respirano
dove il mio Girasole desidera andare.
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Ah Sun-Flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done:
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire
Where my Sun-Flower wishes to go.
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