(1801-1852) (finished by Leone Emanuele Bardare), 1853
Lyrics: Azucena:
Yes, weariness weighs upon me, o my son.
Now I shall go to sleep,
but if you see the horrid flames
rise up, then awaken me.
Manrico:
Rest now, mother — may God grant
less melancholy visions to your slumber.
Azucena:
between sleeping and waking
Again to our mountains we shall return,
there we shall know the old, old peace.
You will sing with your lute,
and I shall rest in tranquil sleep.
Manrico:
Rest, o mother, while I lie here
in silent prayer to God.