Cedan l'antiche tue chiare vittorie (Luca Marenzio)
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General Information
Title: Cedan l'antiche tue chiare vittorie
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Number of voices: 6vv Voicing: SSAATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications. (Il secondo libro de madrigali a 6 voci, Venice)
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Cedan l’antiche tue chiare vittorie
Regina ancor del mond’altiera Roma
E i grand’archi che ’l tempo anco non doma
S’inchinin con le lor alte memorie.
Cantin novi poemi e nov’historie
De' tuoi novi trofei la nobil soma
E cinga quella venerabil chioma
Nove ghirlande di perpetue glorie.
Mentre novella alma Vittoria intorno
Di numero infinito il carro cinto
Di cori e d’alme in bel trionfo mena.
Gl’occhi son l’armi e più d’una catena
Son le tue treccie, o fortunato giorno
Ch’io venni e vidi e restai preso e vinto.
English translation
Leave to the past your old illustrious victories,
Haughty Rome, yet queen of all the world,
And the grand arches that time has not yet
weighed down with old memories.
New poems and new histories are being sung
of the noble burden of your fresh triumphs
And around those venerable locks are
New garlands celebrating your undying glory.
While kindly stories surround Vittoria,
In uncounted numbers about your chariot
Choirs sing of your splendid triumph.
Your eyes are weapons, and more than a chain
Are your tresses. O fortunate day
That I am able to come, to gaze on to be captured and to win.