Pupille amate
Non lagrimate
Morir mi fate
Pria di morir.
Quest’ alma fida
A voi d’intorno
Farà ritorno
Sciolta in sospir.

Beloved eyes,
Weep not,
Ye cause me to die
Before I am dead.
This faithful soul
Will return,
Hovering around you,
Distilled into sighs.