Chi mi dimandara (Hans Leo Hassler)

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General Information

Title: Chi mi dimandara
Composer: Hans Leo Hassler

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

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1590 in Canzonette, no. 2
    2nd published: 1594 in Florilegium (ed. Adrian Denss) – arr. for two voices and lute, no. 64
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text


1  Chi mi dimandarà che cosa è amore
Io gli risponderò piangendo forte
Che amor è vita, ch’ha color di morte.

2  Un dolce inganno un dilettoso errore
Un vago pianto un dispiacevol riso
E veder nel inferno il Paradiso.
3  E libera prigion senza timore
Una falsa speranza un voler certo
Servir al vento e non ricever merto.
4  Dunque fugite amanti il Dio d'amore
Che chi serve un ingrato empio Signore
Vi perte il tempo le fatiche l'hore.
 

German.png German translation

Translation by Peter Rottländer
1  Wenn mich jemand fragte, was Liebe sei,
Antwortete ich ihm mit lauter Klage,
Daß Liebe das Leben sei in der Farbe des Todes.
Translation by Gerhard Weydt
2  Eine süße Täuschung, ein angenehmer Irrtum,
ein unklarer Schmerz, ein unerfreuliches Lachen,
und im Inferno das Paradies sehen.
3  Und freiwillige Knechtschaft, ohne Furcht,
eine falsche Hoffnung, ein sicherer Wunsch,
dem Wind zu dienen und keinen Verdienst zu empfangen.
4  Darum flieht, ihr Liebenden, den Liebesgott,
denn wenn ihr einem undankbaren, boshaften Gott dient,
vergeudet ihr die Zeit, die Mühe und die Stunden.
 

French.png French translation

Traduction: Vincent Carpentier
1  À qui me demande ce qu'est l'amour
Je lui réponds en pleurant beaucoup
Que l'amour est une vie qui a la couleur de la mort.
Translation by Gerhard Weydt
2  Une douce illusion, une erreur agréable,
une douleur vague, un rire désagréable,
et voyant le paradis dans l'enfer.
3  Et une prison volontière, sans peur,
une fausse espérance, un vœu certain,
de servir le vent et de ne recevoir u´aucun mérite.
4  Fuyez donc, vos amants, le dieu d'amour,
parce que si vous servez un seigneur ingrat et malin
vous gaspillez le temps, les efforts et les heures.
 

English.png English translation

Translation by Gerhard Weydt
1  If asked what love is,
I will answer, lamenting aloud,
that love is life that has the colour of death.
2  A sweet deception an agreeable error,
a vague pain, an unpleasant smile,
and seeing the paradise in hell.
3  And a voluntary prison, without fear,
a false hope, a certain wish
to serve the wind and to get no merit..
4  Hence, oh lovers, flee the god of love,
because if you serve an ungrateful and wicked lord,
you lose your time, the toil and the hours.