Or vedi, Amor, che giovinetta donna (Luca Marenzio)

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  • (Posted 2019-06-01)   CPDL #54433:       
Editor: Marcos Mato (submitted 2019-06-01).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 61 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Edited from the 1592 edition. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • (Posted 2013-01-17)   CPDL #27852:     
Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2012-12-22).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 503 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
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General Information

Title: Or vedi, Amor, che giovinetta donna
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1585 in Madrigali a quattro voci, libro primo, no. 7

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Or vedi, Amor, che giovenetta donna
tuo regno sprezza, et del mio mal non cura,
et tra duo ta' nemici è sí secura.

Tu se' armato, et ella in treccie e 'n gonna
si siede, et scalza, in mezzo i fiori et l'erba,
ver' me spietata, e 'n contra te superba.

I' son pregion; ma se pietà anchor serba
l'arco tuo saldo, et qualchuna saetta,
fa di te et di me, signor, vendetta.

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English.png English translation

Now you see, Love, that this young lady
scorns your rule, and cares nothing for my hurt,
and feels safe between two of her enemies.

You are armed, and she in loose hair and gown
sits barefoot amongst the flowers and grass,
pitiless towards me, and proud towards you.

I'm imprisoned: but if there's mercy still,
raise your bow, and with a few arrows
take vengeance, my lord, for me and you.

Translation by Anthony S. Kline ©

Spanish.png Spanish translation

Ahora ves, Amor, que esta joven dama
tu reino desprecia y de mi dolor no se cuida,
y entre sus dos enemigos se siente segura.

Tú estás armado, y ella con trenzas y en falda
entre las flores y la hierba se sienta descalza,
despiadada conmigo y arrogante contigo.

Estoy prisionero: pero si aún queda compasión,
mantén en equilibrio tu arco, y con una sola flecha
haz de ti y de mí, señor, venganza.

Translation by Patricia Ayuso