O Figli, O Figli Miei!... Ah, La Paterna Mano

O sons, o my sons! From that tyrant
You were all killed, and along with you
The unfortunate mother! Ah, between the claws
Of that tiger, did I leave the mother and the sons?

Ah, the fatherly hand
Was not a shield for you, dear ones
From the treacherous assassins
Who wounded you to death!
And me, a fugitive, hidden
You called in vain
With the last sob
With the last breath
Ah! Pull me towards the tyrant's face
Lord! And if he escapes me
May to him the arms
Of your forgiveness open