Non se perchè non mora (Peregrinus Cesena)

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• (Posted 2025-05-04)  CPDL #84785:        (Diplomatic score) (Practical score)

Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2025-05-04).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 112 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: A double edition, A Diplomatic score in mensural notation and a practical score.

General Information

Title: Non se perchè non mora
Composer: Peregrinus Cesena
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1505 in Frottole libro 2 (Petrucci, Venice), no. 6
Description: A frottola

Original text and translations

Italian text Non so per che non mora   Si grave e il mio tormento   Ma amor per piu mio stento   Non vol chio mora anchora           Non sop per che Ah che morendo io vivo    E so da gliocchi un rivo    Si m'ha d'ogni ben privo    Colei che me inamora             Non so perche Aih che morir mi vede    Per lei servir con fede    E poi per mia mercede    Piu me consuma e acora             Non so Ah donna aspra e crudele    Che de acro affencio e fole    Passi un servo fidele    Che per sua dea te adora          Non so perche Ah cruda e pertinace    Nemica ala mia pace    Guarda el foco rapace    Per te che me divora          Non so Ah mia crudel siagura    Che in si gentil figura    Un'alma atroce e dura    Per mio martir dimora          Non so perche Deh non piu crudeltade    Ti prego per pietade    O fior dogni beltade    Trammi d'affanno fuora.

English translation I know not why I don't die,   So grave is my torment.   But love for all my distress   Does not want to die.           I know not why... Ah, that by dying I live.    And I know from my eyes a stream,    Has deprived me of all good:    She who loves me.             I know not why... Ah, who sees me dying,    while I serve her with faith    And then as my reward,    The more she consumes me.             I know not why... Ah, bitter and cruel woman,    Of bitter affliction and folly    You pass a faithful servant.    Who as his goddess adores you.          I know not why... Ah, cruel and pertinacious,    Enemy to my peace,    Look at the rapacious fire    For you that devours me.             I know not why... Ah, my cruel sorrow,    That in such a gentle figure    An atrocious and hard soul,    bent on my martyrdom, dwells          I know not why... Oh, no more cruelty.    I pray thee for mercy,    O, flower of all beauty,    bring me out of my distress.             I know not why...