by
Andrea Maffei (1798 - 1885)
Amo l' ora del giorno che muore
Language: Italian (Italiano)
Our translations: CAT ENG FRE GER
Amo l' ora del giorno che muore
Quando il sole già stanco declina,
E nell'onde di queta marina
Veggo il raggio supremo languir.
In quell' ora mi torna nel core
Un' età più felice di questa,
In quell' ora dolcissima e mesta
Volgo a te, cara donna, il sospir.
L' occhio immoto ed immoto il pensiero,
Io contemplo la striscia lucente
Che mi vien dal sereno occidente
La quïete solcando del mar.
E desio di quell' aureo sentiero
Avviarmi sull' orma infinita
Quasi debba la trista mia vita
Ad un porto di pace guidar.
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Confirmed with Opere di Andrea Maffei. Liriche, Firenze (Florence), Felice le Monnier, 1864, page 321.
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Sol ponent", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Will Crutchfield) , copyright © 2025, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le coucher du soleil", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Der Abend", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 16
Word count: 94
I love the hour of day’s dying
Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano)
I love the hour of day’s dying,
when the tired sun descends,
and in the still waters of the marina
I see the last rays languishing.
In that hour, there returns to my heart
a happier age than this one;
in that sweet and sad hour,
I turn my sighs, dear woman, to you!
With sight and thought immobile
I gaze on the streaks of light
That come from the serene East
Plowing over the placid sea.
And I wish to set forth upon
The infinite steps of that golden path
As though it might guide my sad life
To a harbor of peace.
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This text was added to the website: 2025-05-01
Line count: 16
Word count: 104