I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned,

我抵达阿尔卑斯：我的灵魂开始燃烧，

   Italia, my Italia, at thy name:

意大利，我的意大利，为你的芳名：

   And when from out the mountain’s heart I came

我来自山脉的腹地深处，

And saw the land for which my life had yearned,

看到我生命眷恋的那一片土地，

I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:

我开怀大笑仿佛赢得大奖的中彩者：

   And musing on the marvel of thy fame

默念你令人惊叹的显赫名声，

   I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame

我注视白昼，直到绿松石的天空

The turquoise sky to burnished gold was turned.

烙上火焰的伤痕，变成辉煌的金色。

The pine-trees waved as waves a woman’s hair,

松树波浪般涌动仿佛女人的长发，

   And in the orchards every twining spray

果园里每一根缠卷的树枝

   Was breaking into flakes of blossoming foam:

正在伸入盛开如波浪的花瓣：

But when I knew that far away at Rome

但是，当我获知在远方的罗马

   In evil bonds a second Peter lay,

第二个彼得身陷邪恶的桎梏，

   I wept to see the land so very fair.

我含泪看到的土地却这般美好。

Turin.