Famous and renowned all over the world,
it descends from Pincio downwards
to the Capuchins' church, but, worse luck, life
dried up just like the Po in summer,
and the fishes, belly up, gasp over,
looking, desperately, for some water:
the shutters of the shops, closed down,
remind the eyelids of the dead,
and the deserted entrances of the banks
bring to the mind the red of the accounts:
"ssc transit gloria mundi!"
(So passes the glory of this world)