Timor di me ?...sicura,
presta и la mia difesa.
I suoi occhi figgonsi ad una gemma
che le fregia la mano destra.
In quest' oscura
notte ravvolta, presso a te io son,
e tu nol sai...Gemente
aura che intorno spiri,
deh, pietosa gli arreca
i miei sospiri...

D' amor sull' ali rosee
vanne, sospir dolente:
del prigioniero misero
conforta l' egra mente... [bad word] #39; aura di speranza
aleggia in quella stanza:
lo desta alle memorie,
ai sogni dell'amor!
Ma deh! non dirgli improvvido,
le pene del mio cor!

Afraid of me ?...sure,
ready is my defence.
His eyes are attracted by a stone
she wears on her right hand.
Wrapped in the dark
night, I am near you,
and you don't know it...
Wailing wind,
carry to him, mercifully, my sighs...

On the rosy wings of love,
go, pained sighs:
go to alleviate the sick mind
of the wretch that lies imprisoned...
Like a breeze of hope
linger in that room:
wake him up to remembrance,
to dreams of love!
Yet do not [bad word] 
reveal the woes of my heart!