L'Alba Sepàra Dalla Luce L'ombra

Dawn separates shadow from light,
And my pleasure from my desire.
O sweet stars, it's time to die.
A more divine love clears you from the sky.

Burning pupils, O you without return
Sad stars, extinguish yourselves uncorrupted!
I must die. I do not want to see the day,
For the love of my dream and the night.

Close me,
O Night, in your maternal bosom,
While the pale earth is tinged.
But let the dawn arise from my blood
And from my brief dream the eternal sun!
And from my brief dream the eternal sun!