Udite amanti la cagione, oh Dio !
Ch a lagrimar mi porta :
Nell'adorato e bello idolo mio.
Che si fido credei, la fede è morta.
Vaghezza ho sol di piangere,
Mi pasco sol di lagrime,
Il duolo è mia delizia
E son miei gioie i gemiti.
Ogni martire aggradami,
Ogni dolor dilettami,
I singulti mi sanano,
I sospir mi consolano.
Ma se la fede negami
Quell' incostante e perfido,
Almen fede serbatemi
Sino alla morte, O lagrime!
*******
Listen, lovers,
the reason, oh heavens!
that leads me to weep.
Oh heavens! in my cherished
and beautiful beloved,
that I thought so faithful,
faith is dead.
My only pleasure is weeping,
I only revel in my tears.
Grief is my delight,
and wailing is my joy.
Every torture enchants me,
every pain pleases me.
Sobbing heals me,
sighing comforts me.
Oh heavens! in my cherished
and beautiful beloved,
that I thought so faithful,
faith is dead.
But, if this inconstant and treacherous lover
denies me his faith,
at least, o tears,
be faithful to me until death.
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