Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
When will the veil be lifted that casts so black a night over the universe? God of Israel, lift at last the gloom: For how long will you be hidden?
By dying I wanted to maintain my honor, and hide a flame so black from the daylight!
When I'm carried away, isn't it clear that my heart contradicts my mouth?
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate.
Behind a veil, unseen yet present, I was the forceful soul that moved this mighty body.