Se da le trecce mie (Orazio Vecchi)

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(Posted 2023-12-09) CPDL #78035:

Editor: Gerhard Weydt (submitted 2023-12-09). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 74 kB Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transposed down a fourth because of the chiavette used.

(Posted 2023-12-09) CPDL #78034:

Editor: Gerhard Weydt (submitted 2023-12-09). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 74 kB Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Original pitch and note values.

General Information

Title: Se da le trecce mie
Composer: Orazio Vecchi
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSAB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1590 in Canzonette a quattro voci, libro 4 (Orazio Vecchi), no. 3
2nd published: 1593 in Canzonette a quattro voci, no. 68
Description: The subtitle says that this is an answer to Son questi i crespi crini from Vecchi's first book of canzonette à 4.

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Original text and translations

Italian text

Se da le trecce mie, se dal mio viso,
Cor mio, restast’ucciso,
Io che d’amor son Maga
ti sanerò la piaga.

Se gl’occhi miei t’han superato e vinto,
credei l’amor tuo finto,
Ma hor sei vincitore,
che sei di me signore.

E s’allegrar pò mia bocca e’l viso
La terr’ e’l paradiso,
Rallegrati, ben mio,
Che sol in te viv’io.

Non star in forse, e prendi, Anima mia,
Di me la monarchia,
Che per soverchia voglia
Io morirò di doglia.

German translation

Wenn durch meine Locken, wenn durch mein Antlitz,
mein Herz, Ihr erschlagen seid,
dann werde ich, die eine Zauberin der Liebe bin,
deine Wunde heilen.

Als meine Augen dich bezwungen und besiegt haben,
glaubte ich, deine Liebe sei geheuchelt,
aber nun bist du Sieger,
der du mein Herrscher bist.

Und wenn mein Mund und mein Antlitz
Erde und Paradies aufheitern können,
dann freue dich, mein Liebster,
denn nur in dir lebe ich.

Zweifle nicht länger und übernimm, meine Seele,
über mich die Herrschaft,
denn aus übermäßigem Verlangen
werde ich sonst vor Kummer sterben.

Translation by Gerhard Weydt

English translation

If by my tresses, by my face,
my heart, you are slain,
I, being a sorceress of love,
will heal your wound.

When my eyes had conquerd and defeated you,
I thought your love feigned,
but now you are victor,
you, my sovereign.

And if my mouth and my face
can brighten earth and paradise,
then rejoice, my love,
for only in you I live.

Don’t doubt any longer, and assume, my soul,
lordship over me,
for out of excessive longing
I will die of sorrow.