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Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, | Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, | ||
There let me live forlorn. | There let me live forlorn. | ||
Down vain lights, shine you no more! | Down vain lights, shine you no more! | ||
No nights are dark enough for those | No nights are dark enough for those | ||
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. | That in despair their lost fortunes deplore. | ||
Light doth but shame disclose. | Light doth but shame disclose. | ||
Never may my woes be relieved, | Never may my woes be relieved, | ||
Since pity is fled; | Since pity is fled; | ||
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days | And tears and sighs and groans my weary days | ||
Of all joys have deprived. | Of all joys have deprived. | ||
From the highest spire of contentment | From the highest spire of contentment | ||
My fortune is thrown; | My fortune is thrown; | ||
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts | And fear and grief and pain for my deserts | ||
Are my hopes, since hope is gone. | Are my hopes, since hope is gone. | ||
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, | Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell, | ||
Learn to condemn light | Learn to condemn light |
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- Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-08-21). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 151 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: In a minor, includes lute tabulature as well as a piano transcription.
- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-07-14). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 95 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SB plus lute tablature (7-course, tenor G tuning)
- CPDL #15994: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-15). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 22 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- Editor: Robin Doveton (submitted 2008-01-24). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 110 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: arranged for SATB by Doveton
- Editor: Laura Conrad (submitted 2001-01-11). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 58 kB Copyright: GnuGPL
- Edition notes: in partbook format.
General Information
Title: Flow my tears fall from your springs
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SB
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
Published: The Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600), No. 2
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Original text and translations
English text
Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Down vain lights, shine you no more!
No nights are dark enough for those
That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
Light doth but shame disclose.
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pity is fled;
And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
Of all joys have deprived.
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is thrown;
And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
Hark! you shadows that in darkness dwell,
Learn to condemn light
Happy, happy they that in hell
Feel not the world's despite.
Dutch translation
Stroom, mijn tranen, stroom uit je bron!
Verbannen voor immer, laat me weeklagen;
Waar de nachtelijke merel zijn droefgeestige lied zingt,
Daar laat me leven in wanhoop.
Doof de lichten, stop met schijnen!
Geen nacht is duister genoeg voor hen
Die in ontreddering hun verloren geluk bejammeren.
Het licht zal enkel schaamte onthullen.
Laat mijn geween het daglicht schuwen,
Want elk medeleven is vervlogen;
Het wenen en zuchten en hunkeren: mijn zorgelijke dagen
Zijn van alle vrolijkheid gespeend.
Van de hoogste extase van vervulling
Is mijn geluk neergestort;
En angst en smart en pijn als loon
Zijn mijn verwachting, nu geen hoop meer overblijft.
Luister! Jullie schaduwen die in het duister toeven,
Leer om het licht te vervloeken
Gelukkig, gelukkig zij die in de hel
De spijt van deze wereld niet meer kennen.
Over de waanzin van wie achterbleef en zich schuldig weet (Jan Wyns)
Catalan translation
Fluïu, llàgrimes meves, caieu de les vostres fonts!
Exiliat per sempre, deixeu-me plorar;
On el negre ocell de la nit canta la seva trista infàmia,
deixeu-me que visqui en l’oblit.
Apagueu-vos, oh vanes llums, no brilleu més!
No hi ha nit prou fosca per a aquells
que desesperadament les seves fortunes perdudes deploren.
La llum no fa sinó revelar la nostra vergonya.
Mai seran les meves penes alleujades
des que la pietat ha fugit;
I les llàgrimes, sospirs i gemecs, als meus cansats dies
de qualsevol alegria han privat.
Des de les més altes torres de l’alegria
la meva fortuna és llençada;
I la por i el dolor i la pena merescuts
són les meves esperances, ja que l’esperança se n’ha anat.
Escolteu!, Vosaltres, ombres que habiteu la foscor,
apreneu a menysprear la llum.
Feliços, feliços, els qui des de l’infern
no senten els desdenys terrenals.
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