Tornami a vagheggiar 

from the opera Alcina

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Turn me to fond desire,

You alone, doth I wish to love

This faithful soul,

My good dear one.

 

I’ve already given you my heart;

Faithful will be my love,

Never will I be cruel to you,

My dear hoped for one.

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Enfant une foule importune

from the opera L'amont anonyme (The Anonymous Lover)

 

At last, the important crowd leaves me in peace.

What a state I'm in!

My cruel misfortune is now complete

I dare not enter to the bottom of my heart

I'm afraid I'm going too deep

A secret so fateful

Alas, action! No more rest for me.

I have no hope left

Ah! At least if the insider were to grant me ills

A tender pity

The shared pain becomes lighter

But my soul refuses to open to Valcor.

Valcor, whose friendship was always so dear to me

His cold heart, his severe mood

Love's torments can't sympathize.

 

Love, become favorable to me or suspend (at least) your rigor!

By the cruelest torment, cease to tear my heart!

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​​​Oh quand je dor 

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Ah, while I sleep, come close to where I lie,
As Laura once appeared to Petrarch,
And let your breath in passing touch me …
At once my lips
Will part!

On my sombre brow, where a dismal dream
That lasted too long now perhaps is ending,
Let your countenance rise like a star …
At once my dream
Will shine!

Then on my lips, where a flame flickers—
A flash of love which God himself has purified—
Place a kiss and be transformed from angel into woman …
At once my soul
Will wake!​