Povero cor, tu palpiti,
nè a torto in questo dì;
tu palpiti così,
povero core.
Si tratta, o Dio! di perdere
per sempre il caro ben,                    
che di sua mano in sen
m’impresse Amore

Poor heart, you throb,
and not wrongly so on this day;  
you throb so,
poor heart.
The reason is, oh God! you have lost
forever your dear beloved,                      
that with his hand in heart
whose image, the hand of Cupid, engraved in my heart.

Text by Pietro Metastasio (1698–1782), from Nitteti
Translation by Bard Suverkrop—IPA Source, LLC