Numi pieta del mio soffrir

English Libretto or Translation:

AIDA
Return a conqueror!… And from my lips
came the impious word! Conqueror
of my father… of him who takes up arms
for me… to give me back
a country, a kingdom, and the illustrious name
which here I am forced to hide. Conqueror
of my brothers… whence I might see him, stained
with cherished blood, triumph in the acclamation
of the Egyptian cohorts! And behind his chariot,
a king… my father… bound in chains!

Oh gods, wipe out
the insane word!
To a father's breast
restore his daughter;
destroy the squadrons
of our oppressor! Ah! -
Wretched one! What did I say… And my love?
Can I then forget
this ardent love which, like a shaft of sunlight,
made my lot here happy although I am captive and a slave?
Shall I call down death
upon Radamès ... upon him whom I love so much!
Ah! never on earth did
anguish more cruel rend a heart!

The sacred names of father, of lover,
I cannot utter, nor yet recall.
For the one… for the other... confused, trembling,
I would weep, I would pray.
But my prayer changes to a curse...
For me tears are a crime, sighs a fault…
In dark night my soul is lost,
and in this cruel anguish I would die.

Oh gods, have pity on my suffering!
There is no hope for my sorrow.
Fatal love, terrible love,
break my heart, make me die!
Oh gods, have pity on my suffering! etc.