From the war of amorous passion

Recitative

Take flight, take flight, my thoughts,

From the war of amorous passion.

Called back by reason, I know now that

Flight from love brings no shame,

For only through flight can

A soul be victorious over cruel Love.

Aria

No, no! Do not be swayed by a lovely eye,

With its siren-like glances,

begging you for mercy.

For, all the while, to take revenge,

Love hides within the eye with bow and arrow.

Recitative

Take flight, take flight!

With how much venom Love swathes its pleasures,

Oh, how much grief and tears it bequeathes on

Those who follow him and obey his laws.

If a lovely face enamours you, take heed; Oh my thoughts,

for what is pleasing quickly disappears and then brings sorrow.

Aria

Beauty is like a bloom:

Alive and lovely on a spring morning,

But when evening comes, it loses its color

And all semblance of its former self:

then it wilts and dies.

Take flight, take flight.

Joy is doubtful and torment is certain

For one who lives enchained, a servant of Love.