Radovid:
How strangely the tree just trembled. 
I have a feeling something is about to happen.

Nyola:
Let’s keep quiet then, and observe!

(The tree becomes transparent; it rustles, 
and Mahulena, visible within, speaks.)

Mahulena:
My whole being trembles more intensely 
and my pain is alloyed with indescribable pleasure. 
This is he, the one for whom I always long so deeply, 
thirst and pine! 
The fog in my mind is clearing and once again 
I know what I am and what is my name! 
This is Radúz, lying at my feet as in the forest long, long ago! 
He rests his fair head against my tree trunk,
his breathing makes my painful, 
mortally wounded heart tremble. 
It is he, it is he! 
All the stars in the sky have rained down at my feet from above!... 
To bend down over him is such delight! 
Weeping over him, such relief! 
O woe, that this I am no longer granted! 
If only I could call out his sweet name into the starry night!... 
Ah, having heard my voice, trembling with love, 
he would be revived; I know it, I know it! 
But I may not speak with him; 
only when his body is dissolved in dreams 
can my soul speak to his—
but as soon as he awakes, 
he forgets at once of what he dreamt; 
he departs and once more
I fall into my botanical drowsiness! 
As a spark becomes ash, his name is lost to oblivion, as is mine for him. 
O woe, o woe! 

Nyola:
The rustling of this tree fills me with horror! 
I seem to hear a human voice when it starts! 
My hand instinctively seizes the axe—
let me do it, Radovid, let me do it; 
I’ll break that spell!

Radovid:
No, Majesty, for the sake of your love for Radúz, stop!
Something whispers to me that you would kill him! 
Look at his pale face, 
all white in the moonlight, 
a faint smile playing on his lips, 
a dreamy smile full of happiness! 

Mahulena:
O my delightful star, you are freed of physical bonds, 
my dear darling Radúz; 
you are now able to hear my voice and to understand 
what my soul whispers to yours! 
Dreaming, do you feel on your brow the dew falling from the tree? 
These are my tears, full of tenderness, o my Radúz! 
In sweet agony I incline my branches above you, 
assisted by the languishing night-time breeze… 
My delightful star, I am your Mahulena, do you hear me? 
I am your Mahulena!
The burden of that dreadful curse 
is now lifted from us for an instant; 
we are together again, joined in our dreams,
Radúz and Mahulena!

Radúz
(in his dreams): 
O sweet name, like the rustling of the tree! 
So you are after all restored to my feeble memory! 
Now I know all, I know all... 
I stand on the mountain peak… 
You arrive, my salvation!
 (He raises his arms in empty space) 
O, I’ll hold you fast, I’ll hold you… 
now never, never more will you evade my feeble memory…

Mahulena:
Hush now, my dearest soul! Hush now and listen! 
You can be saved! 
When you are not near me, I am drowsy 
and I am more tree than human! 
Yet in this strange semi-consciousness
I see hazy visions and I hear voices 
that a human ear never hears! 
Creatures and plants and stars know many things
unintelligible to humans. 
From our mother earth continue to emerge joyful tidings 
and prophesies that only the initiated comprehend... 
Like sap from the roots, something rushes strangely to my heart 
and to my head, bearing tidings from the depths of the earth...
Radúz, now I know what my mother’s spell kept from us. 

I know that my blood can heal your sick memory! 
Do you hear? My blood! 
How gladly I would spill it all for your salvation, my Radúz!
But I cannot; I am benumbed like a stone, 
stirred only by the wind, not by my own will!
O, wound me, wound me, my dearest Radúz! 
O, take it, take this blood and be saved! 
Radúz, awake, awake and take your cure, 
take all the blood in my heart! 

Radúz:
O, what dreadful words… Mahulena, Mahulena! 
(He suddenly awakes. The tree darkens)

Mahulena
(in a deathly voice): 
Ah!...

Radúz
(leaping to his feet): 
Dreams full of horror… Blood, her blood? Whose blood?
That name… ah, it has faded away again 
as a spark trodden on… 
O, such pain in my head!... 
There was a thought here, behind this brow... 
But it has flown away again, 
once more all is empty and deserted! 
O, such unbearable pain! Woe is me! 
(He throws himself to the ground)

Nyola:
My son, Radúz!