Against a heart inflamed with love,
burning with unquenchable fire,
a ruthless tyrant, cruelly armed,

wages war, but all in vain.
From every attack a victor,
Love will always triumph.


Ah, Lindoro, my dearest treasure!
If you could know, if you could see

this dog of a guardian,
oh, I rage to think of him!
Dearest, in you I put my trust,

please, come save me, for pity's sake!

Dear smiling image,

sweet thought of happy love,
you burn in my breast, in my heart.
I am delirious with joy!

Dearest, in you I put my trust,
please, come save me, for pity's sake!
I am delirious with joy!