I would like to explain to you, oh God

I would like to explain to you, oh God,

what my grief is!

Fate, however condemns me

to weep and keep silent.

My heart may not pine

for the one I would like to love

making me apparently hard-hearted

and cruel.

Alas, Count, part from me,

run, flee

far away from me;

your beloved

Emilia awaits you,

don't keep her languishing,

she is worthy of love.

Alas, pitiless stars!

You are hostile to me.

I am lost when he stays.

SYSTEMPart from me, run,

do not talk about love,

her heart is yours.