Glory to you, when in the silent nights
you offer, O Cynthia, the beautiful rays of love.
Glory to you, when in the hot afternoon
you strengthen, o Diana, the courage/valor of the brave.
Over your fearless and faithful followers
always watch over with your divine eye;
guide them to the most audacious undertakings,
sustain them on the rough path.
From the peaks of the snowy Alps
to the shores of the Sicilian sea;
through the fields and the most shady woods, 
where you loved to encounter the wild [animals];
over the lakes, where kissing the waves [are found]
the petals of white flowers,
[may this] reach you, like a jocund echo,
this fervent song of love!