Come, all the earth,
wreathed in nuptial Spring,
celebrate your master's marriage;
let every wood with its rivers,
let every abyss sing.

    Ligurian fields, show your favor,
Venetian mountains, show your favor,
and with sudden fields of roses
let the Alpine peak be clothed,
and the frost grow red.

    Let the river Adige resound with choruses 
and the winding Mincio
murmur softly with its reeds
and the Po harmonize
with its amber-bearing alders ;

    and with well-feasted Romans
let the Tiber resound
and, delighting in its lord's vows,
let golden Rome deck
the seven hills with garlands.

    Let them hear far away in Iberia,
whence flows the seed of the royal court,
where, abounding in laurels,
the fruitful home of empire
can scarcely count its triumphs.

    Hence comes the bridegroom's father,
hence comes the bride's mother 
and, directed on either side,
the bloodline of the Caesars
flows like a river from its source.

    Let swathes of green adorn the Guadalquivir,
let the Tagus swell with gold
and the founder of the lineage,
Oceanus, frolic
in his glittering caverns.

    Let East and West together,
the kingdoms of brothers, applaud;
let the cities peacefully celebrate,
both those lit by the sun's rising 
and those by its setting.

    Storms of the north wind,
of the wild northwest wind, fall silent;
let the loud south wind fall silent.
Let the eastern breeze alone
rule throughout this joyous year.