Its flood from blest Ubaldo’s chosen seat,
A fertile mount an airy coast extends,
Wherefrom Perugia feels both cold and heat
Through Porta Sole, and behind it weep
Gualdo and Nòcera their grievous yoke.
There, on that side of it where most the steep
In its declivity is sharply broke,
Unto the world another Sun was born,
Like this, our daily planet, whose glad face
Beams forth from Ganges, bringing Europe’s morn.