Nasce la pena mia (Alessandro Striggio)

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• (Posted 2015-01-07)  CPDL #34168:       

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2015-01-07).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 107 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

Edition notes: Parts and source available at IMSLP.

• (Posted 2010-11-18)  CPDL #22645:      (XML)

Editor: Renato Calcaterra (submitted 2010-11-18).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 209 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: MusicXML file is zipped. Transcribed from the "Harmonia Celeste di diversi eccellentissimi musici a IIII. V. VI. VII et VIII voci, nuovamente raccolta per Andrea Pevernage et data in luce in Anversa appresso Pietro Phalesio & Giovenni Bellero - 1589". The time signatures, keys, notes' values and accidentals are as in the original print. The C clefs are transposed to the G clef and to the modern Tenor clef.

General Information

Title: Nasce la pena mia
Composer: Alessandro Striggio

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SATTTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1560 in Primo libro de madrigali a sei voci, no. 3
    2nd published: 1583 in Harmonia celeste, Edition 1, no. 37
    3rd published: 1584 in Pratum musicum (ed. Emanuel Adriaenssen) – arr. for two voices and lute, Edition 1, no. 32
    4th published: 1588 in Gemma musicalis Liber primus, no. 13
    5th published: 1589 in Harmonia celeste, Edition 2, no. 37
    6th published: 1609 in Hortus musicalis (ed. Michael Herrer) – sacred contrafact, Book 2, no. 29
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• Manuscript source (direct link; PDF file)

Original text and translations

Italian text Nasce la pena mia Non potendo mirar mio vivo sole E la mia vita e ria qual hor lo miro Perch’il guard’e tale Che lasciarmi peggior che morte suole Ahi vita trist’e frale Che fia dunque di me che far mi deggio S’io mir’ho male e s’io non mir’ho peggio.

English translation My torment begins When I cannot gaze upon my dazzling sun; And my life is wretched Whenever I admire it, for its glance is so strong That it usually leaves me worse off than death. Ah, sad, feeble life, What will become of me then, what should I do? If I gaze, I feel pain; and if I don’t, I feel worse. Translation by David Butchart