Evening and slanting, downward goes my way. Yesterday in love still, “Don’t forget” you prayed. Now there’s only shepherds’ cry, and glancing winds, and the worried cedars stand by clear springs.
Ho davanti la via isoscele della sera. Già ieri, innamorato, supplicava: “Non dimenticarmi”. E adesso solamente i venti e i gridi dei pastori e i cedri agitati sopra fresche fontane.
