Da le belle contrade d'oriente (Cipriano de Rore)

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• (Posted 2025-02-26)  CPDL #83994:       

Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2025-02-26).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 88 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transcribed from 1566 print. Original key (chiavi naturali) and note values.

• (Posted 2015-01-02)  CPDL #34030:       

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2015-01-02).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 96 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

Edition notes: Parts and source available at IMSLP.

General Information

Title: Da le belle contrade d'oriente
Composer: Cipriano de Rore
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1566 in Il quinto libro de madrigali a cinque voci, Edition 1, no. 2
    2nd published: 1568 in Il quinto libro de madrigali a cinque voci, Edition 2, no. 2
    3rd published: 1930 in Das Chorwerk, no. 5.07
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Original text and translations

Italian text Da le belle contrade d'oriente Chiare e lieta s'ergea Ciprigna, ed io Fruiva in braccio al divin idol mio Quel piacer che non cape humana mente, Quando sentii dopo un sospir ardente: Speranza del mio cor, dolce desio, T'en vai, haime, sola mi lasci addio. Che sarà qui di me scura e dolente? Ahi crudo Amor, ben son dubiose e corte Le tue dolcezze, poi ch'ancor ti godi Che l'estremo piacer finisca in pianto. Nè potendo dir più, cinseme forte, Iterando gl'amplessi in tanti nodi, Che giammai ne fer più l'Edra o l'Acanto.

English translation From the lovely realms of the East Cleary and joyful rose Venus, the Morning Star, and I Enjoyed in the arms of my divine beloved That pleasure no human mind can grasp. When I heard, after an ardent sigh: "Hope of my heart, sweet desire, You go, alas, you leave me here alone. Farewell! What shall become of me here, sad and sorrowful? Alas, cruel love, your pleasures are indeed Uncertain and brief, for while I yet enjoy you, The greatest happiness ends in tears." Unable to say any more, she held me tightly, Repeating the embraces in more entwinings Than ever were made by the ivy or acanthus.