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==Original text and translations==
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Diana was not more pleasing to her lover,
Diana was not more pleasing to her lover,
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tremble, wholly, with the chill of love.
tremble, wholly, with the chill of love.
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General Information

Title: Non al suo amante più Diana piacque
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: Madrigali a 4 voci libro primo, 1585

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Original text and translations

Italian.png 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.png English translation

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.

by A. S. Kline