Vittoria, Mio Core

Victory, my heart!
Do not cry anymore,
The vile servitude
Is dissolved by Love.

Already the wicked, to your detriment
Among a crowd of glances,
With deceitful charms
Arranged the deceptions;

The frauds, the troubles
No longer have a place,
The ardor of his cruelty
Is extinguished!

From smiling lights
No more arrow comes out,
That mortal wound
May strike my chest:

In grief, in torment
I no longer break down
And every bond is broken,
The fear has disappeared!