O don fatale

The fatal gift, the cruel gift
that in its fury heaven bestowed upon me!
You who make us so vain, so proud,
I curse you, I curse you,
o my beauty!
I can only shed tears, shed tears,
I have no hope, I must suffer!
My crime is so horrible
that I will never be able to erase it!
I curse you, I curse you, o my beauty,
o my Queen, I sacrifice you
to the mad error of this heart.
Now I must hide my pain in a cloister forever!
Alas! Alas! O my Queen,
O heaven! And Charles! To death tomorrow,
great God! I will see him go to death!
Ah, I have one day left, hope smiles upon me,
ah, blessed be heaven! I will save him!
I have one day left, ah, blessed be
heaven! Ah! I will save him!