Z 630 The Indian Queen IV, 1: Air "They tell us that you mighty powers above". [Neapolitan translation]

ORAZIA:

They tell us that your mighty powers above

Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love.

Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that’s there

To give a poor lover such sad torments here?

Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,

My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.

To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains;

There’s joy in my grief and there’s freedom in chains.

If I were divine he cou’d love me no more,

And I in return my adorer adore,

O, let his dear life then, kind Gods, be your care,

For I in your blessings have no other share.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Henry Purcell, The Indian Queen.