I. Allegro non molto
To tremble from cold in the icy snow,
In the harsh breath of a horrid wind;
To run, stamping one's feet every moment,
Our teeth chattering in the extreme cold
Lines 1 and 2 of the second quatrain
Before the fire to pass peaceful,
Contented days while the rain outside pours down.
Lines 3 and 4 of the second quatrain and tercets 1 and 2
We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously,
for fear of tripping and falling.
Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and,
rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.
We feel the chill north winds course through the home
despite the locked and bolted doors...
this is winter, which nonetheless
brings its own delights.
Translation courtesy of Wikipedia.
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