Vivo in guerra mendico (Luca Marenzio)

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  • (Posted 2023-04-29)  CPDL #73645:        (LilyPond)
Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2023-04-29).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 125 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
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  • (Posted 2017-05-28)  CPDL #44742:          (Finale 2014)
Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2017-05-28).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 602 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transposed up one note from d-minor.

General Information

Title: Vivo in guerra mendico
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Antonio Ongaro

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1599 in Il nono libro de madrigali a cinque voci, no. 9
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Vivo in guerra mendico e son dolente,
Senza lei ch’è mia pace e mio tesoro,
E ne miei gravi affanni altro ristoro,
Che gl’inganni d’Amor non hà la mente.
S'io miro in bel giardin rosa ridente,
Se bianco avorio ò ricca perla d'oro,
L’amo e sospiro, e dico ella ch’honoro,
Tal’ hà'l sen, tal’ hà'l crin vago e lucente.

E gl’occhi al cielo, e à lei fissando il core,
Mentre rimiro il Sol l’alba novella
Godo, quasi in ritratto il mio splendore.
Poi la sera l’adoro in qualche stella,
La qual raggio tra l’altre habbia maggiore:
Hor chi mai vide de idolatria più bella?

English.png English translation

I live as a beggar in a war and feel in pain,
Without her, who is my peace and my treasure,
In my deep trobles my mind
Has no other relief than Love's tricks.
If in a garden I watch a shiny rose,
If I have white ivory or rich golden pearl,
I love it and sigh, and say: "She, whom I honour,
As such has bosom, as such has soft and shiny hair."

If I cast my look at the sky, I watch her heart,
While I gaze the Sun at the new dawn
I almost enjoy my love's portrait.
Then at night I adore her in some star,
That amongst the others has better rays:
Now, who ever saw a better idolatry?