Gaddi I did, the Ponte Vecchio are;

Five hundred years' time already on 'Arno crying

The foot, like his Michael Santo

Tears on draco. While ch 'I ragiono

I see the twist with feeble sound

The shining flakes. He has broken these

Twice my greatest. Meanwhile, only me

Even moves, and I do not 's abandonment.

I remember when I hunted fur

The Medici, but when Ghibellino

And Guelfo did remind me peace.

Fiorenza its giojelli m 'has rendered;

And when I call 'the divine Agnolo

Laid on me, I feel insuperbir.