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Madonna'l tuo bel viso <br> | |||
Che nel gran mar d'amor m'è duc' e scorta,<br> | |||
Ora tien viva mia speranz', or morta,<br> | |||
E qual' or scorgh' in ess' un bel sereno,<br> | |||
Spiega la vel' al vento,<br> | |||
Senza temer di scogli o di procella.<br> | |||
Ma se la luce nel camin vien meno,<br> | |||
Ripiena di spavento,<br> | |||
Cala la vela alla sua navicella.<br> | |||
All' instabil tua stella <br> | |||
Scorre l'onde fallace a dritt'e a torto,<br> | |||
E tem' e sper' e mai non vede'l porto. | |||
{{Translation|English}} | |||
My lady, your fair face, <br> | |||
which over the vast sea of love is my pilot and guide,<br> | |||
keeps my hope now alive, now dead.<br> | |||
And whenever I see in it a clear sky,<br> | |||
my hope spreads its sail to the wind <br> | |||
with no fear of rocks or storm.<br> | |||
But if light fails on my course,<br> | |||
filled with terror,<br> | |||
it lowers the sail on my small vessel.<br> | |||
Following your ever-changing star,<br> | |||
it crosses the uncertain sea followin a straight, now crooked path,<br> | |||
and fears and hopes and never sights the port. | |||
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- Editor: Brian Russell (added 2006-10-11). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 69 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
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General Information
Title: Madonna'l tuo bel viso
Composer: Philippe Verdelot
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: Italian
Instruments:
Published: 1533
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Madonna'l tuo bel viso
Che nel gran mar d'amor m'è duc' e scorta,
Ora tien viva mia speranz', or morta,
E qual' or scorgh' in ess' un bel sereno,
Spiega la vel' al vento,
Senza temer di scogli o di procella.
Ma se la luce nel camin vien meno,
Ripiena di spavento,
Cala la vela alla sua navicella.
All' instabil tua stella
Scorre l'onde fallace a dritt'e a torto,
E tem' e sper' e mai non vede'l porto.
English translation
My lady, your fair face,
which over the vast sea of love is my pilot and guide,
keeps my hope now alive, now dead.
And whenever I see in it a clear sky,
my hope spreads its sail to the wind
with no fear of rocks or storm.
But if light fails on my course,
filled with terror,
it lowers the sail on my small vessel.
Following your ever-changing star,
it crosses the uncertain sea followin a straight, now crooked path,
and fears and hopes and never sights the port.