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==General Information==
==General Information==

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CPDL #33282:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Finale 2004 
Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2014-11-03).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 103 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: In un boschetto novo
Composer: Orlando di Lasso
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1557

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

In un boschetto novo, i rami santi
fiorian d'un lauro giovenetto et schietto,
ch'un delli arbor' parea di paradiso;
et di sua ombra uscian sí dolci canti
di vari augelli, et tant'altro diletto,
che dal mondo m'avean tutto diviso;
et mirandol io fiso,
cangiossi 'l cielo intorno, et tinto in vista,
folgorando 'l percosse, et da radice
quella pianta felice
súbito svelse: onde mia vita è trista,
ché simile ombra mai non si racquista.

 


English.png English translation

In a fresh grove, the sacred branches
of a laurel flowered, young and slender,
it seemed a tree of paradise:
and such sweet singing of varied birds
issued from its shade, such noble joy,
that I was lifted above this world:
and gazing intently,
the sky altered all round, and darkened,
lightning struck, and suddenly
that happy plant
was torn up by its roots: so my life is saddened,
since I cannot ask for such another shade.