Acis i Galatea

 


Dziś w operze królewskiej
In Arcadian fields where shepherds roam,
And nymphs delight in nature's home,
Galatea, a semi-divine fair,
Is in love with Acis, a shepherd rare.
But her passions are ignited by the birds,
So she sings "Hush, ye pretty warbling quire!" without any words,
To silence the sounds that make her heart sing,
And help her focus on her beloved's loving.
Damon, Acis's friend, provides counsel wise,
Singing "Love in her eyes sits playing" with his melodious sighs,
As the young lovers meet and sing "Happy we",
Echoed by the chorus, in joyful harmony.
But the pastoral mood is broken by a chorus dire,
"No joy shall last," they warn with fearful desire,
For Polyphemus, a giant, jealous and cruel,
Is coming with rage and vengeance, a powerful fuel.
Polyphemus sings "I rage, I melt, I burn",
Part-comic, part-furioso, in his jealous yearn,
For Galatea, who spurns his love with disdain,
While Acis and Damon try to warn and explain.
But Acis, blind to the fleeting nature of love's delight,
Rejects the warning, responding with hostility and might,
"Love sounds th' alarm," he cries with defiance,
As Polyphemus threatens with force and violence.
Acis and Galatea vow eternal love in their duet,
"The flocks shall leave the mountains" they sing, without any fret,
But their happiness is short-lived, as Polyphemus intrudes,
And in a rage, he murders Acis, shattering all moods.
Galatea and the chorus mourn Acis's loss,
"Must I my Acis still bemoan?" she asks with great loss,
But the chorus reminds her of her divine powers,
And with a fountain transformation, she immortalizes Acis's flowers.
The opera ends with Galatea's larghetto air,
"Heart, the seat of soft delight," as she exerts her powers with care,
To celebrate Acis's immortalization with the chorus's great acclaim,
In Arcadian fields where love and loss meet with eternal fame

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