In questa Reggia

Turandot
In this palace, now a thousand years and a thousand,
A desperate cry resounded.
And that cry, through generations and generations,
Here in my soul took refuge!
Princess Lou-Ling,
Sweet and serene grandmother who reigned
In your dark silence in pure joy,
And you challenged, inflexible and sure,
The harsh dominion,
Today you live again in me!

The Crowd
It was when the King of the Tartars
Unfurled his seven banners.

Turandot
Even in the time that everyone remembers,
There was dismay and terror and the roar of weapons.
The kingdom conquered! The kingdom conquered!
And Lou-Ling, my grandmother, dragged
By a man like you, like you,
A stranger, there in the atrocious night
Where her fresh voice faded!

The Crowd
For centuries she sleeps
In her huge tomb.

Turandot
Oh Princes, who in long caravans
From every part of the world
Come here to cast your fate,
I avenge on you, on you,
That purity, that cry, and that death!
That cry and that death!
Never will anyone have me!
Never, no one will have me!
The horror of who killed her
Lives in my heart.
No, no! Never will anyone have me!
Ah, in me is reborn the pride
Of such purity!
Stranger! Do not tempt fate!
The riddles are three, death is one!

Calaf
No, no! The riddles are three,
One is life!

Turandot
No, no! . . .
The riddles are three, death is one!

Calaf
The riddles are three, one is life!

The Crowd
To the foreign Prince
Offer the daring test,
Oh Turandot! Turandot!