O Dolci Mani
O dolci mani mansuete e pure,
o mani elitte a bell'opre pietose,
a carezzar fanciulli, a coglier rose,
a pregar, giunte per le sventure.
Dunque in vio, fatte dall'amor secure,
giustizia le sue sacre armi depose?
Voi deste morte, o man vittoriose,
o dolci mani mansuete e pure!
Oh Sweet Hands
Oh sweet hands, gentle and pure,
Oh hands that create beautiful, compassionate works,
To caress children, to gather roses,
To pray, joined together for misfortunes.
So in life, made secure by love,
Did justice lay down its sacred arms?
You brought forth life, oh victorious hands,
Oh sweet hands, gentle and pure!