Perchè le nostre genti

Giacomo LeopardiItalian200 lines1 public analyses
Original Poetry
Translation
Perchè le nostre genti
Why do our people
Pace sotto le bianche ali raccolga,
Seek peace under white wings,
Non fien dalacci sciolte
They will not be freed from the chains
Dell’antico sopor l’itale menti
Of ancient sleep, the Italian minds
S’ai patrii esempi della prisca etade
If this fateful land does not turn
Questa terra fatal non si rivolga.
To the examples of the ancient age.
O Italia, a cor ti stia
O Italy, let it be in your heart
Far ai passati onor; che d’altrettali
To honor the past; for today
Oggi vedove son le tue contrade,
Your lands are left without such honor,
v’è chi d’onorar ti si convegna.
And there is no one to honor you.
Volgiti indietro, e guarda, o patria mia,
Look back, and see, O my country,
Quella schiera infinita d’immortali,
That endless host of immortals,
E piangi e di te stessa ti disdegna;
And weep and scorn yourself;
Che senza sdegno omai la doglia è stolta:
For without scorn now sorrow is foolish:
Volgiti e ti vergogna e ti riscuoti,
Turn and be ashamed and wake up,
E ti punga una volta
And let the thought of our ancestors and descendants
Pensier degli avi nostri e denepoti.
Pierce you once.
D’aria e d’ingegno e di parlar diverso
Of different air and wit and speech
Per lo toscano suol cercando gia
Through the Tuscan land already seeking
L’ospite desioso
The eager guest
Dove giaccia colui per lo cui verso
Where lies he by whose verse
Il meonio cantor non è più solo.
The Meonian singer is no longer alone.
Ed, oh vergogna! udia
And, oh shame! I heard
Che non che il cener freddo e l’ossa nude
That not only the cold ashes and bare bones
Giaccian esuli ancora
Still lie exiled
Dopo il funereo sott’altro suolo,
After the funeral day under another soil,
Ma non sorgea dentro a tue mura un sasso,
But not a stone rose within your walls,
Firenze, a quello per la cui virtude
Florence, to him by whose virtue
Tutto il mondo t’onora.
The whole world honors you.
Oh voi pietosi, onde tristo e basso
Oh you compassionate ones, from whom such sad and low
Obbrobrio laverà nostro paese!
Disgrace will wash our country!
Bell’opra hai tolta e di ch’amor ti rende,
Beautiful work you have undertaken and of which love rewards you,
Schiera prode e cortese,
Valiant and courteous band,
Qualunque petto amor d’Italia accende.
Whichever heart love of Italy ignites.
Amor d’Italia, o cari,
Love of Italy, oh dear ones,
Amor di questa misera vi sproni,
Love of this miserable one spurs you,
Ver cui pietade è morta
Towards whom pity is dead
In ogni petto omai, perciò che amari
In every heart now, because bitter
Giorni dopo il seren dato n’ha il cielo.
Days after the serene have been given to us by heaven.
Spirti v’aggiunga e vostra opra coroni
May spirits add to you and crown your work
Misericordia, o figli,
Mercy, oh sons,
E duolo e sdegno di cotanto affanno
And grief and disdain of such great anguish
Onde bagna costei le guance e il velo.
From which she wets her cheeks and veil.
Ma voi di quale ornar parola o canto
But you of what word or song
Si debbe, a cui non pur cure o consigli,
Should be adorned, to whom not only cares or advice,
Ma dell’ingegno e della man daranno
But of wit and hand will give
I sensi e le virtudi eterno vanto
The senses and virtues eternal boast
Oprate e mostre nella dolce impresa?
Works and shows in the sweet enterprise?
Quali a voi note invio, che nel core,
What notes do I send to you, so that in the heart,
che nell’alma accesa
So that in the kindled soul
Nova favilla indurre abbian valore?
New spark may have value?
Voi spirerà l’altissimo subbietto,
You will breathe the highest subject,
Ed acri punte premeravvi al seno.
And sharp points will press you to the heart.
Chi dirà l’onda e il turbo
Who will tell the wave and the storm
Del furor vostro e dell’immenso affetto?
Of your fury and immense affection?
Chi pingerà l’attonito sembiante?
Who will paint the astonished face?
Chi degli occhi il baleno?
Who of the eyes the flash?
Qual può voce mortal celeste cosa
What mortal voice can celestial thing
Agguagliar figurando?
Equal by depicting?
Lunge sia, lunge alma profana. Oh quante
Far be, far be profane soul. Oh how many
Lacrime al nobil sasso Italia serba!
Tears Italy keeps for the noble stone!
Come cadrà? come dal tempo rosa
How will it fall? how by time worn
Fia vostra gloria o quando?
Will your glory be or when?
Voi, di ch’il nostro mal si disacerba,
You, of whom our evil is alleviated,
Sempre vivete, o care arti divine,
Always live, oh dear divine arts,
Conforto a nostra sventurata gente,
Comfort to our unfortunate people,
Fra l’itale ruine
Among the Italian ruins
Gl’itali pregi a celebrare intente.
Intent on celebrating Italian merits.
Ecco voglioso anch’io
Here willing also I
Ad onorar nostra dolente madre
To honor our grieving mother
Porto quel che mi lice,
Bring what I can,
E mesco all’opra vostra il canto mio,
And mix my song with your work,
Sedendo uvostro ferro i marmi avviva.
Sitting where your iron enlivens the marbles.
O dell’etrusco metro inclito padre,
O of the Etruscan meter renowned father,
Se di cosa terrena,
If of earthly thing,
Se di costei che tanto alto locasti
If of her whom you placed so high
Qualche novella ai vostri lidi arriva,
Some news reaches your shores,
Io so ben che per te gioia non senti,
I know well that for you joy you do not feel,
Che saldi men che cera e men ch’arena,
That less firm than wax and less than sand,
Verso la fama che di te lasciasti,
Towards the fame you left of you,
Son bronzi e marmi; e dalle nostre menti
Are bronzes and marbles; and from our minds
Se mai cadesti ancor, s’unqua cadrai,
If you ever fell still, if ever you will fall,
Cresca, se crescer può, nostra sciaura,
May our misfortune grow, if it can grow,
E in sempiterni guai
And in eternal woes
Pianga tua stirpe a tutto il mondo oscura.
May your lineage weep to the whole world obscure.
Ma non per te; per questa ti rallegri
But not for you; for this rejoice
Povera patria tua, s’unqua l’esempio
Your poor homeland, if ever the example
Degli avi e deparenti
Of the ancestors and parents
Ponga nefigli sonnacchiosi ed egri
Places in the sleepy and sick children
Tanto valor che un tratto alzino il viso.
Such valor that at once they raise their gaze.
Ahi, da che lungo scempio
Ah, from what long slaughter
Vedi afflitta costei, che meschina
You see her afflicted, who so wretched
Te salutava allora
Greeted you then
Che di novo salisti al paradiso!
That you newly ascended to paradise!
Oggi ridotta che a quel che vedi,
Today reduced so that to what you see,
Fu fortunata allor donna e reina.
She was fortunate then lady and queen.
Tal miseria l’accora
Such misery afflicts her
Qual tu forse mirando a te non credi.
As you perhaps seeing do not believe.
Taccio gli altri nemici e l’altre doglie;
I am silent about the other enemies and the other pains;
Ma non la più recente e la più fera,
But not the most recent and the fiercest,
Per cui presso alle soglie
For which near the thresholds
Vide la patria tua l’ultima sera.
Your homeland saw the last evening.
Beato te che il fato
Blessed you whom fate
A viver non dannò fra tanto orrore;
Did not condemn to live among so much horror;
Che non vedesti in braccio
Who did not see in the arms
L’itala moglie a barbaro soldato;
The Italian wife to a barbarian soldier;
Non predar, non guastar cittadi e colti
Not plunder, not spoil cities and fields
L’asta inimica e il peregrin furore;
The enemy spear and the foreign fury;
Non degl’itali ingegni
Not of Italian talents
Tratte l’opre divine a miseranda
The divine works dragged to miserable
Schiavitude oltre l’alpe, e non defolti
Slavery beyond the Alps, and not of the thick
Carri impedita la dolente via;
Carts impeded the sorrowful way;
Non gli aspri cenni ed i superbi regni;
Not the harsh signs and the proud kingdoms;
Non udisti gli oltraggi e la nefanda
Not heard the outrages and the infamous
Voce di libertà che ne schernia
Voice of freedom that mocked us
Tra il suon delle catene e deflagelli.
Amid the sound of chains and whips.
Chi non si duol? che non soffrimmo? intatto
Who does not grieve? what did we not suffer? intact
Che lasciaron quei felli?
What did those villains leave?
Qual tempio, quale altare o qual misfatto?
What temple, what altar or what crime?
Perchè venimmo a perversi tempi?
Why did we come to such perverse times?
Perchè il nascer ne desti o perchè prima
Why did you give us birth or why first
Non ne desti il morire,
Did you not give us death,
Acerbo fato? onde a stranieri ed empi
Bitter fate? whence to strangers and impious
Nostra patria vedendo ancella e schiava,
Our homeland seeing servant and slave,
E da mordace lima
And by biting file
Roder la sua virtù, di null’aita
Gnawing its virtue, of no help
E di nullo conforto
And of no comfort
Lo spietato dolor che la stracciava
The ruthless pain that tore it
Ammollir ne fu dato in parte alcuna.
Was allowed to soften us in any part.
Ahi non il sangue nostro e non la vita
Ah not our blood and not the life
Avesti, o cara; e morto
You had, oh dear; and dead
Io non son per la tua cruda fortuna.
I am not for your cruel fortune.
Qui l’ira al cor, qui la pietade abbonda:
Here the anger to the heart, here the pity abounds:
Pugnò, cadde gran parte anche di noi:
Fought, fell a great part also of us:
Ma per la moribonda
But for the dying
Italia no; per li tiranni suoi.
Italy no; for its tyrants.
Padre, se non ti sdegni,
Father, if you do not disdain,
Mutato sei da quel che fosti in terra.
You are changed from what you were on earth.
Morian per le rutene
They died for the Ruthenian
Squallide piagge, ahi d’altra morte degni,
Squalid plains, ah worthy of another death,
Gl’itali prodi; e lor fea l’aere e il cielo
The Italian brave; and the air and the sky
E gli uomini e le belve immensa guerra.
And the men and the beasts made immense war against them.
Cadeano a squadre a squadre
They fell in squads in squads
Semivestiti, maceri e cruenti,
Half-dressed, emaciated and bloody,
Ed era letto agli egri corpi il gelo.
And the frost was bed to the sick bodies.
Allor, quando traean l’ultime pene,
Then, when they drew the last pains,
Membrando questa desiata madre,
Remembering this desired mother,
Diceano: oh non le nubi e non i venti,
They said: oh not the clouds and not the winds,
Ma ne spegnesse il ferro, e per tuo bene,
But let the iron extinguish us, and for your good,
O patria nostra. Ecco da te rimoti,
Oh our homeland. Here from you remote,
Quando più bella a noi l’età sorride,
When more beautiful to us the age smiles,
A tutto il mondo ignoti,
To the whole world unknown,
Moriam per quella gente che t’uccide.
We die for that people who kill you.
Di lor querela il boreal deserto
Of their complaint the boreal desert
E conscie fur le sibilanti selve.
And the whispering forests were aware.
Così vennero al passo,
Thus they came to the step,
E i negletti cadaveri all’aperto
And the neglected corpses in the open
Su per quello di neve orrido mare
On that of snow horrid sea
Dilaceràr le belve;
The beasts tore apart;
E sarà il nome degli egregi e forti
And the name of the illustrious and strong
Pari mai sempre ed uno
Will always be equal and one
Con quel detardi e vili. Anime care,
With that of the late and vile. Dear souls,
Bench’infinita sia vostra sciagura,
Though infinite be your misfortune,
Datevi pace; e questo vi conforti
Give yourselves peace; and this comfort you
Che conforto nessuno
That no comfort
Avrete in questa o nell’età futura.
You will have in this or in the future age.
In seno al vostro smisurato affanno
In the bosom of your boundless anguish
Posate, o di costei veraci figli,
Rest, oh of her true sons,
Al cui supremo danno
To whose supreme damage
Il vostro solo è tal che s’assomigli.
Yours alone is such that resembles.
Di voi già non si lagna
Of you already does not complain
La patria vostra, ma di chi vi spinse
Your homeland, but of who pushed you
A pugnar contra lei,
To fight against her,
ch’ella sempre amaramente piagna
So that she always bitterly weeps
E il suo col vostro lacrimar confonda.
And her with your tears confuses.
Oh di costei ch’ogni altra gloria vinse
Oh of her who every other glory conquered
Pietà nascesse in core
Pity was born in the heart
A tal desuoi ch’affaticata e lenta
To such of her who tired and slow
Di buia vorago e profonda
From such dark abyss and so deep
La ritraesse! O glorioso spirto,
Would draw her back! Oh glorious spirit,
Dimmi: d’Italia tua morto è l’amore?
Tell me: of your Italy is love dead?
: quella fiamma che t’accese, è spenta?
Say: that flame that ignited you, is it extinguished?
: più mai rinverdirà quel mirto
Say: will that myrtle never again green
Ch’alleggiò per gran tempo il nostro male?
That lightened for a long time our evil?
Nostre corone al suol fien tutte sparte?
Our crowns to the ground will all be scattered?
sorgerà mai tale
And will never rise such
Che ti rassembri in qualsivoglia parte?
That resembles you in any part?
In eterno perimmo? e il nostro scorno
In eternity did we perish? and our shame
Non ha verun confine?
Has no boundary?
Io mentre viva andrò sclamando intorno,
I while alive will go exclaiming around,
Volgiti agli avi tuoi, guasto legnaggio;
Turn to your ancestors, ruined lineage;
Mira queste ruine
Look at these ruins
E le carte e le tele e i marmi e i templi;
And the papers and the canvases and the marbles and the temples;
Pensa qual terra premi; e se destarti
Think what land you tread; and if to awaken you
Non può la luce di cotanti esempli,
The light of so many examples cannot,
Che stai? levati e parti.
What are you doing? rise and leave.
Non si conviene a corrotta usanza
It does not suit such corrupt custom
Questa d’animi eccelsi altrice e scola:
This of exalted souls nurse and school:
Se di codardi è stanza,
If of cowards it is abode,
Meglio l’è rimaner vedova e sola.
Better it is to remain widowed and alone.
 

Explanation

Giacomo Leopardi's poem is a profound reflection on Italy's cultural and political stagnation, urging a return to the values of its glorious past. The poem opens with a call for Italy to awaken from its slumber and honor its historical legacy, lamenting the absence of worthy successors to the great figures of the past. Leopardi uses vivid imagery, such as "bianche ali raccolga" (white wings gather), to evoke a sense of peace and potential that remains unfulfilled.

The poem's emotional arc moves from a sense of shame and mourning for Italy's current state to a passionate plea for renewal and action. Leopardi's tone is both mournful and exhortative, as he implores his compatriots to learn from their ancestors and rise above their current plight. The imagery of "immortali" (immortals) and "nobil sasso" (noble stone) serves to remind readers of Italy's illustrious heritage and the potential for greatness that lies dormant.

Leopardi employs literary devices such as apostrophe, addressing Italy directly, and personification, giving life to abstract concepts like "sdegno" (disdain) and "doglia" (sorrow). These devices enhance the emotional intensity of the poem, making the reader feel the weight of Italy's historical burden and the urgency of its revival.

The poem's significance lies in its timeless appeal to national pride and cultural identity. Leopardi's work is a call to action, urging Italians to reclaim their place in history by honoring their past and striving for a brighter future. This message resonates with the Romantic era's emphasis on individual and national renewal, making the poem a cornerstone of Italian Romantic literature.

Word Dictionary88

WordIn ItalianIn EnglishPron.
PerchèPer quale motivoWhyPer-keh
leletheleh
nostrele nostreourno-streh
gentipopolipeoplejen-tee
PacetranquillitàpeacePah-cheh
sottosottoundersoh-toh
bianchedi colore biancowhitebee-an-keh
alialiwingsah-lee
raccolgaraccolgagatherrahk-kohl-gah
Nonnonnotnohn
fiensarannowill befee-ehn
da’daifromdah
laccilegamichainslah-chee
sciolteliberatefreedshohl-teh
Dell’anticodel passatoof ancientdel-lan-tee-koh
soporsonnoslumbersoh-por
l’italeitalianeItalianlee-tah-leh
mentimentimindsmen-tee
S’aiSe aiIf tosai
patriidei padriancestralpah-tree-ee
esempimodelliexampleseh-sem-pee
delladellaof thedel-lah
priscaanticaancientpree-skah
etadeetàageeh-tah-deh
Questaquestathiskwes-tah
terraterralandteh-rah
fataldestinatafatalfah-tahl
nonnonnotnohn
sisidoessee
rivolgarivolgaturnree-vohl-gah
OOOoh
ItaliaItaliaItalyee-tah-lee-ah
aatoah
corcuoreheartkor
titiyoutee
stiastiabestee-ah
Farfareto makefahr
aiaito theai
passatipassatipastpah-sah-tee
onoronorehonoroh-nohr
chechethatkeh
d’altrettalidi taliof suchdal-tret-tah-lee
Oggioggitodayoh-jee
vedovevedovewidowedveh-doh-veh
sonsonoaresohn
tuetueyourtoo-eh
contraderegionilandskon-trah-deh
Norneh
v’èc’èis thereveh
chichiwhokee
d’onoraronorareto honordoh-noh-rahr
convegnaconvenirebe fittingkon-veh-nyah
Volgitivolgititurnvohl-jee-tee
indietroindietrobackeen-dee-eh-troh
eeandeh
guardaguardalookgwar-dah
ooOoh
patriapatriacountrypah-tree-ah
miamiamymee-ah
Quellaquellathatkwel-lah
schieraschierahostsky-eh-rah
infinitainfinitainfiniteeen-fee-nee-tah
d’immortalidi immortaliof immortalsdee-mor-tah-lee
Eeandeh
piangipiangiweeppee-ahn-jee
didiofdee
teteyourselfteh
stessastessayourselfsteh-sah
disdegnadisdegnadisdaindees-deh-nyah
Chechethatkeh
senzasenzawithoutsen-tsah
sdegnosdegnodisdainsdeh-nyoh
omaiormainowoh-mai
lalathelah
dogliadoloresorrowdoh-lyah
èèiseh
stoltastupidafoolishstohl-tah
vergognavergognabe ashamedver-goh-nyah
riscuotiriscuotiawakenrees-kwoh-tee
pungapungapiercepoon-gah
unaunaaoo-nah
voltavoltatimevohl-tah
Pensierpensierothoughtpen-see-ehr
deglidegliof thedeh-lyee
aviantenatiancestorsah-vee
nostrinostriournoh-stree
de’deiof thedeh
nepotinipotidescendantsneh-poh-tee

Poet & Context

Era19th century, Romanticism

Count Giacomo Leopardi was an Italian poet, philosopher, and philologist, considered the greatest Italian poet of the 19th century. His work reflects a deep philosophical inquiry into existence and the human condition, earning him a reputation as a profound thinker. He is a central figure in Italian Romanticism.

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WhenEarly 19th century
WhyThe poem reflects Leopardi's patriotic sentiments and his critique of Italy's political and social stagnation. It was written in response to the preparations for a monument to Dante in Florence, highlighting the need for Italy to honor its past and awaken from its slumber.
FormCanto

Themes & More

PatriotismCultural HeritageNational IdentityHistorical Reflection
Apostrophe: Directly addressing Italy as if it were a person.Personification: Giving human qualities to abstract concepts like 'disdain' and 'sorrow'.Imagery: Vivid descriptions such as 'white wings gather' to evoke peace and potential.
Perchè le nostre genti by Giacomo Leopardi — Poem, Translation & Meaning