Frondi tenere e belle
Del mio Platano amato,
Per voi risplenda il Fato
Tuoni, Lampi, e Procelle
Non vi oltraggino mai la cara pace,
Nè giunga a profanarvi Austro rapace.

Ombra mai fù
Di vegetabile,
Cara ed amabile
Soave più.

Tender and beautiful fronds
of my beloved plane tree,
Let Fate smile upon you.
May thunder, lightning, and storms
never bother your dear peace,
Nor may you be profaned by blowing winds.

Never was the shade
of a plant
more dear and loving,
or more gentle.