Ite, caldi sospiri, al freddo core;
Rompete il ghiaccio che pietá contende,
E se prego mortale al ciel s'intende,
Morte, o merce sia fine al mio dolore
(Go, burning sighs, into that frozen heart;
Shatter the ice that now with pity vies,
And if a mortal prayer can reach the skies,
Let death or mercy end at last this smart.)
Rompete il ghiaccio che pietá contende,
E se prego mortale al ciel s'intende,
Morte, o merce sia fine al mio dolore
(Go, burning sighs, into that frozen heart;
Shatter the ice that now with pity vies,
And if a mortal prayer can reach the skies,
Let death or mercy end at last this smart.)