The Indian Woman (L'Indienne)

SCENE V.

Ah! ah! ah! my poor wife!
Shall I then see you no more?
Regret pierces my soul,
My regrets are superfluous.

Her voice was so touching,
Even when she was scolding!
Her appearance was ravishing,
Even when she was sulking.
Ah! ah! ah! my poor wife, etc.

Lord, I throw myself at your knees.

Begin by putting on your veil before speaking to me.

But, Lord, between you and me...

I will not speak to you until you are veiled from head to toe... Ah! the virtuous Abesnagar, my late wife, would not have spoken to Vistnou Vishnu himself without being veiled.

Lord, you have lost your spouse; my husband has just died, our misfortunes are common.

What is your name?

Azora, widow of Lord Arbace, Governor of the Province of Agra.