Where am I?

Recitative:

Where am I?

Which fated turn of events

causes me new anxiety

and fears?

I have lost my father

and my bridegroom.

Zamori, Ah! Where are you now?

Karibbo! Oh gods!...

Away from those that I abhor

in such a vile slavish condition

exposed to thousands of

slaughters of a fierce winner

that attempts my honour:

more than his anger

I fear his love.

Aria:

Ah! Bereft of my dear bridegroom,

sent away from my dear father,

in such a painful state,

the heart finds no rest

and is unable to hold out.

If this barbaric rigour

can't change my destiny

ah! let at least death come

to relieve my heart

from such a harsh cruelty.

Zamori!... Father!...

Where are you?!... My god!...

In such a painful state,

the heart finds no rest

and is unable to resist.

If this barbaric rigour

can't change my destiny

ah! let at least death come

to relieve this heart

from such a harsh cruelty.