Joyful delights, making my soul blissful, come to an end
Pier Francesco Cavalli
Joyful delights, making my soul blissful, come to an end.
On my very heart
do not trickle the joys of love any more.
Dear pleasures, come to an end now:
I cannot desire any longer, it is enough.
In Cupid's lap, in sweet chains I would like to expire.
Mortal sweetness, guide me to death
in the arms of my beloved.