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CPDL #31614:
Finale 2008
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2014-04-05). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 101 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
CPDL #27851:
- Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2012-12-22). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 455 kB Copyright: CC BY NC
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Non al suo amante più Diana piacque
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Madrigali a 4 voci libro primo, 1585
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Non al suo amante piú Dïana piacque,
quando per tal ventura tutta ignuda
la vide in mezzo de le gelide acque,
ch'a me la pastorella alpestra et cruda
posta a bagnar un leggiadretto velo,
ch'a l'aura il vago et biondo capel chiuda,
tal che mi fece, or quand'egli arde 'l cielo,
tutto tremar d'un amoroso gielo.
English translation
by A. S. Kline
Diana was not more pleasing to her lover,
when by chance he saw her all naked
in the midst of icy waters,
than, to me, the fresh mountain shepherdess,
set there to wash a graceful veil,
that ties her vagrant blonde hair from the breeze,
so that she makes me, now that the heavens burn,
tremble, wholly, with the chill of love.