O tremble not, my dear son.
You are innocent, wise, and pious.
A young man such as you,
can best console a mother's grieving heart.
Suffering is my lot,
for my daughter is not with me.
Through her I've lost all happiness;
a villain made off with her!
I still see her trembling with alarm and shock,
shaking with panic, struggling in fear.
I had to see her stolen from me,
"Ah help!" was all she cried.
But her pleading was in vain,
for my help was too weak.
You will go and free her,
you will be my daughter's rescuer!
And if I see you are victorious,
then she shall be yours forever!