Where is the magical voice

Where is the magical voice,

The magical words

Of the lovely maiden

Dearer to me than the sun?

Why no longer that breath

That intoxicates, that infatuates?

Oh! again her voice

That spoke to me of love!

Let me hear, o heaven! such grace

Let it not be denied to me;

Take away all my goods

All my hope,

And in that supreme joy,

If it is my destiny to die,

In that voice then

Shall I die of love.