The homage to my bride elect you will offer
Messenger of my fire
With melodious voice you will recall
The day she bewitched me
Bard, ride, seek, in the towns, in the lands
In the countryside, in the courtyards and the green sites
The hunting horn I followed swiftly
And not the church bells
I praise the falcon flying above in the air
Not to the sermon I will turn my eyes
Bard! Ride among the people of the Po valley
Seek in the villages and the manor houses my lady
Sing, talk, listen wherever your horse will go
From your soul you will extract the homage for my bride
You, herald of the desired love
Bring me a sign, a trace
I shall complete the sagacious mission
Go, messenger, and enjoy!