Elvira, my soul

Recitative:

Elvira, my soul,

look at me, if you can,

I'm announcing sad things to you.

You will not see Fileno anymore,

amidst the sweet bonds

of tender feelings,

amidst the murmur of kisses, drunken with joy,

resting in your bosom.

Wicked fortune

compels me to leave this country, to leave you and go away

and I cannot tell you when I will leave nor where I'll go.

Aria:

I will leave, but you will see

fair Elvira, from my tears,

how much I'm suffering in leaving.

Without you, beloved joy,

my life is more painful

than any barbarous torture.

Recitative:

I'm going to the fatal stake and I'm already surrounded

by troubles and torments. My dear Elvira,

look at me, have mercy,

look again for one moment

at the grief in the mirror of my eyes.

Take a last glance,

as a son does

from his dying father.

Aria:

Fair eyes,

beloved beauty,

adored soul,

Elvira, farewell!

I leave, but a deadly pain

stays

in my anguished bosom and in my heart.