[verse 1]
Leave loose the bridles of your hippogriff, oh Astolfo
And unbridle your flight where bustles the work of man
However don't mislead me with false images
But allow me to see the truth
And thus hereafter to touch what’s fair
[verse 2]
From here, Sir, we dominate the valley
That what is seen, is
But if the imago is meagre to thy eye
Let's descend to gaze it from below
And we'll glide in a winged gallop
Within the crater whither gurgles time