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L'Incoronazione di Poppea, act II, scene xiii

   Words: G. F. Busenello
   Music: C. Monteverdi 
   
   Dorme, l'incauta dorme
   Ella non sa,
   Ch'or verra
   Il punto micidiale.
   Cosi l'umanita vive all'oscurro,
   E quiando ha chiusi gli occhi,
   Crede essersi dal mal posta in sicuro.
   
   O schiocchi, o frail
   Sensi mortali,
   Mentre cadete in sonnacchioso oblio
   Sul vosto sonno e vigilante Dio.
   
   Siete rimasi
   Gioco de' casi,
   Soggetti al rischio e del periglio prede,
   Se Amor genio del mondo non provvede.
   
   Dormi, Poppea,
   Terrena Dea;
   Ti salvera dall'armi, ti salvera dall'armi,
   altrui rubella, rubella,
   Amor che move il sol e l'altre stele.
   
   Gia s'avvicina
   La tua ruina;
   Ma non ti nuocera strano accidente
   Ch'Amor picciolo e si, ma onnipotente,
   Onnipotente!
   
The Coronation of Poppea, act II, scene xiii

   The unguarded one is sleeping.
   She is unaware that the fateful moment now approaches.
   Thus do people live in darkness:
   When they close their eyes they think they are secure.
   
   Oh, how foolish and weak,
   senses of the mortals,
   while you sink into weary oblivion
   an attentive god watches over your sleep.
   
   You would otherwise be a plaything
   in the hands of fate,
   exposed to every risk and danger,
   if Love, the driving force of the world,
   did not take up your interests.
   
   Sleep, Poppea,
   earthly goddess.
   You are protected against treacherous attack
   by Love, who moves the sun and stars.
   
   Your ruin already approaches,
   but you will suffer no evil,
   for the all powerful Love protects you.
   
   
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