Fly, thoughts, on wings of gold (Verdi)

Fly, thoughts, on wings of gold; go, settle upon the slopes and the hills, where the sweet airs of our native soil smell soft and mild! 

Greet the banks of the river Jordan and Zion’s tumbled towers. Oh, my country so lovely and lost! Or so dear yet unhappy! Oh, harp of the prophetic seers, why do you hang silent from the willows? Rekindle the memories within our hearts, tell us about the time that has gone by, or, similar to the fate of Solomon, give a sound of lament, or let the Lord inspire a concert that may give to endure our suffering. 

To hear Verdi's Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves from the opera Nabucco, performed by the Metropolitan Opera (2001), click on the video below: 

Image & video source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VejTwFjwVI
Translation source, including lyrics in Italian: https://www.liveabout.com/va-pensiero-lyrics-and-text-translation-724034