[
LA
FORTUNA
.
DELLO
STESSO
.
]
TRANSLATION
.
To
him
whom
kindly
I
behold
,
The
midnight
sky
is
clear
,
And
'mid
the
wintry
frost
and
cold
,
The
blushing
flowers
appear
.
But
to
the
wretch
who
meets
my
eye
,
When
kindled
by
disdain
,
The
very
grove
will
leaves
deny
,
And
waveless
be
the
main
.