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Return a conqueror!
And from my lips came the impious word!
Conqueror of my father, of him who takes up arms for me...
...to give me back a country, a kingdom...
...and the illustrious name which here I am forced to hide
Conqueror of my brothers...
...whence I might see him, stained with cherished blood...
...triumph in the acclamation of the Egyptian cohorts!
And behind his chariot, a king, my father, bound in chains!
Oh gods, wipe out the insane word!
To a father's breast restore his daughter
Destroy the squadrons of our oppressor!
Ah!
Wretched one! What did I say?
And my love?
Can I then forget this ardent love?
Like sunlight, it made my lot here happy although I am a slave
Shall I call down death upon Radames...
...upon him whom I love so much!
Ah, never on earth did anguish more cruel rend a heart!
The sacred names of father, of lover...
...I cannot utter, nor yet recall
For the one, for the other, confused, trembling...
...I would weep, I would pray
But my prayer changes to a curse
For me tears are a crime, sighs a fault
In dark night my soul is lost...
...and in this cruel anguis I would die
Oh gods, have pity...
...on my suffering!
There is no hope...
...for my sorrow
Fatal love...
...terrible love...
...break my heart...
...make me die!