In what excesses, O Heavens,
In what horrible, terrible crimes
The wretch has involved himself!

Ah no! The wrath of Heaven cannot delay,
Justice cannot delay.
I already sense the fatal bolt

Which is falling on his head!
I see the mortal abyss open!...
Unhappy Elvira! what a conflict of feelings

Is born in your breast!
Why these sighs?
And these pains?


That ungrateful soul betrayed me,
O God, how unhappy he made me!

But, though betrayed and abandoned,
I still know pity for him.
When I feel my suffering,

My heart speaks of vengeance;
But when I see the danger he's in,
My heart beats for him.