Barcarolle

I am a Gondolier of Rialto;

my castle is the lagoon,

and my garden is the Lido.

My curtains are the light of the moon.

I am a Gondolier of the Great Canal:

as a beacon I have the window

illuminated every night

by your dark eyes, my wife.

My gondola is for the happy,

and I take them out two by two;

and the light, fresh breezes

are discreet in my domain.

I have passed in my love

more intoxicated days and nights

than Venice has islands,

than even its streams have gondolas.