Go, my songs, seek your praise from the young
and from the intolerant,
move among the lovers of perfection alone.
Seek ever to stand in the hard Sophoclean light
and take you wounds from it gladly.
Mie canzoni, andate a cercare lode
tra i giovani e gli insofferenti,
frequentate solamente gli amanti della perfezione.
Guardate di starvene sempre nella dura luce sofoclea
e sopportatene le ferite con animo lieto.
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