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Lyrics
O cessate di piagarmi,
O lasciatemi morir!
Luc’ ingrate,
Dispietate,
Più del gelo e più del marmi
Fredde e sorde a’ miei martir.
Più d'un angue, più d'un aspe
crudi e sordi a' miei sospir,
[occhi alteri,
ciechi e fieri,]1
voi potete risanarmi,
e godete al mio languir.
Translation:
O stop wounding me,
O leave me to die!
eyes so ungrateful, merciless,
more than ice and more than marble
cold and deaf to my sufferings!
and you enjoy my fainting.
More than a snake, more than an asp,
cruel and unhearing to my sighs,
eyes so proud,
unseeing and ferocious,
you have power to make me well again,
and you enjoy my fainting.
