Ilia

Padre, germani, addio!
Father, brothers, farewell!

Voi foste, io vi perdei.
You once were (alive), I have lost you.

Grecia, cagion tu sei.
Greece, you are the cause.

E un greco adorerò?
And shall I love a Greek?

D’ingrata al sangue mio
Ungrateful to my own blood

So, che la colpa avrei;
I know that the fault would be mine;

Ma quel sembiante, oh Dei!
But that face, oh gods!

Odiare ancor non so.
I still do not know how to hate.