Lamento Della Ninfa

Phoebus had not yet
Brought the day into the world
When a maiden
Left her own home

On her pale face
Her sorrow was evident
Often a deep sigh
Came from her heart

Trampling flowers
She wandered here and there
Her lost loves
She goes on weeping like this

Love, said the sky
Looking down, he stopped his step
Where is the faith
That the traitor swore?
Poor thing

Make my love return
As he once was
Or kill me, so
I don't suffer anymore

Poor thing, no more, no
She can't bear so much cold

I don't want him to sigh anymore
If not far from me
No, no, don't tell me anymore
About his torments, I swear!

(oh poor thing, oh no more, no)

Why do I pine for him
He stands all proud
Will he still beg me
If I flee, will he still beg me?

Poor thing, oh, no more
She can't bear so much cold

If another has a more serene look
Than the one who is not mine
Already does not enclose in her bosom
Love so beautiful faith

Poor thing, oh, no more
She can't bear so much cold

And never such sweet kisses, never never never
From that mouth you will have
Nor sweeter, ah, be silent
Be silent, for you know too much!

Yes, among disdainful tears
She scattered her words to the sky
Thus in the hearts of lovers
Love mixes flame and frost