(Nyola strikes the tree)

Mahulena
(in the tree): 
Ah!

Guests:
Oh, wonder! A human voice spoke from the poplar!

Radúz:
A sigh… What a sigh... I felt it in my entrails!...

Mahulena
(drowsily and feebly): 
O, strike, strike away... But do not wound my heart… 
it bleeds even without your blows!

Nyola 
(dropping the axe): 
I am seized by fear and regret, despite myself… 
O, woe is me! Now blood is spurting from a stone. 
What does it mean, o pale moon, up in the sky?... Tell us. 
You know so much…we humans are confused…

Radúz:
My tree, my blessed poplar, my solace! 
(He embraces it) 
Has blood spurted from you? 
Shed it on my brow and let it burn through 
to slay me in my grief! 
Mother, my head is now (sings:) all in blood… 
What’s this? Suddenly I rejoice. 
My soul rejoices… what’s this?

Mahulena
(in a more powerful voice)
 My dear Radúz, my darling Radúz! 
My blood has healed you... 
The curse is no more! My Radúz!

Radúz
(crying out loudly):
Mahulena! Now I know that name 
and it brings back my memory!

The tree splits in two and Mahulena stands before Radúz.

Everyone: 
O, wonder! Wonder! O!

Mahulena:
What is happening? Where am I?... This is my Radúz! 
Now I know it, I know it! 
Love is stronger than any hatred 
and loving is stronger than the most powerful curse! 
You discovered that, Radúz, on the mountain peak!

Nyola:
Who is that strangely enchanting girl, 
who seems to be enveloped in dreamlike charms?

Radúz:
She it is who freed me from my chains up in the Tatras 
and brought me back to you, mother... 
O, I will tell you all and you will weep, you will weep! 
Give her your blessing! See her, my dear white dove!...
Mahulena… You are turning terribly pale!

Mahulena:
I am bleeding…
(She swoons)

Radúz:
There is blood on your dress, on your shoulder…

Nyola:
Oh woe! That is by my hand! Have I killed her?

Radúz:
Mahulena! Mahulena! She is opening her eyes! 
She is smiling so brightly!

Mahulena:
That voice is calling me back to my lovely, blessed life! 
My wound is not as deep as my joy. 
How could I die now that I am yours?

Nyola:
Do you forgive me? Radúz, beg her for me!

Mahulena
(kneeling): 
O sublime mother of my Radúz! 
My mother laid a curse on me because I loved him, 
so you bless me now!

Nyola
(embracing her): 
You dear gentle dove!

Radúz:
Come, mother, indoors! Let Mahulena take her rest!

Nyola:
I am well versed in many cures and her wound will soon be healed!

Radúz:
Mahulena, lean on me—

Nyola:
No, rather on me! Rest your head on my heart!

Radúz:
Mother and I will vie for your love!

Mahulena:
Mother! Radúz! Can such great happiness be possible?
 (She departs for the castle, supported by them both.
Radovid, deeply moved, watches as they leave)

Radovid:
O, for generations to come the tale will be told 
of their true love! 
As in fairy tales, they will live happily ever after — Radúz and Mahulena!...

Curtain