Incenerite spoglie, avara tomba (Claudio Monteverdi)

Incenerite spoglie, avara tomba
Fatta del mio bel Sol, terreno Cielo,
ahi lasso! I' vegno ad inchinarvi in terra.
Con voi chius'è 'l mio cor a marmi in seno,
e notte e giorno vive in foco, in pianto,
in duolo, in ira, il tormentato Glauco.

Remains turned to ashes, at the miserly tomb
made earthly paradise by my fair sun,
alas and alack, I come to lay you in earth.
With you is my heart buried deep in a marble vault,
and night and day the tormented Glaucus
lives in flames, in sorrow and in anger.