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CPDL #33291: Finale 2004
- Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2014-11-04). Score information: A4, 8 pages, 152 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Al fin vid' io per entro
Composer: Orlando di Lasso
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1557
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Alfin vid'io per entro i fiori et l'erba
pensosa ir sí leggiadra et bella donna,
che mai nol penso ch'i' non arda et treme:
humile in sé, ma 'ncontra Amor superba;
et avea indosso sí candida gonna,
sí texta, ch'oro et neve parea inseme;
ma le parti supreme
eran avolte d'una nebbia oscura:
punta poi nel tallon d'un picciol angue,
come fior colto langue,
lieta si dipartio, nonché secura.
Ahi, nulla, altro che pianto, al mondo dura!
Canzon, tu puoi ben dire:
- Queste sei visßoni al signor mio
àn fatto un dolce di morir desio. -
English translation
Lastly I saw a lovely graceful lady
go pensive among the flowers and grass,
so I can’t think of her without burning, trembling:
humble in herself, she was proud before Love:
and she had on so white a gown,
so woven it seemed gold mixed with snow:
but the crown of her head
was hidden by a dark mist:
then, stung by a little snake in the heel,
she bowed like a flower when picked,
glad and confident to depart.
Ah, nothing but weeping lasts in this world!
Song, you might well say:
‘These visions have given
my lord a sweet desire to die.’