Se da l’ardente humore (Casulana)
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Description
Source: Maddalena Casulana, Il primo libro de madrigali a cinque voci (Venice: Gardano, 1583)
Length: c. 02:35 mins.
Editors/copyright: Laurie Stras © 2023.
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Text and translation
Se da l’ardente humore,
onde son gli occhi un fiume, ardendo il core,
Amor, io resto in vita
in questa acerba e dura dipartita.
piangete, occhi, piangete,
e quanto co ’l desio crescie l’ardore
tanto in voi, occhi miei, cresca l’humore.
If from the ardent humor,
of which the eyes are a river, the heart is burning,
Love, I stay alive,
in this bitter and hard departure.
Weep, eyes, weep,
and as much as the ardor grows with desire
so much in you, my eyes, grows the humor.
Translation © 2023 Laurie Stras