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- Editor: Hans Niklas Kuhn (submitted 2013-04-20). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 111 kB Copyright: CPDL
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- Editor: Vincent Carpentier (submitted 2003-02-22). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 216 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Link changed (11/13/03) to Icking archive.
General Information
Title: O sonno
Composer: Cipriano de Rore
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
Italian text
O sonno, o della queta unida ombrosa
Notte placido figlio, o de’ mortali
Egri conforto, oblio dolce de’ mali
Si gravi, ond’ è la vita aspra e noiosa,
Soccorri al cor omai langu’e posa
Non have, e queste membra stanch’ e frali Sol leva.
A me t’envola, o sonno, e l’ali
Tue brune sovra me distendi e posa.
Ov’ è’l silentio che’l dì fugge e’l lume
E i lievi sogni che con non sicure
Vestigia di seguirti han per costume?
Lasso ch’in van ti chiamo e queste oscur’ e
Gelide ombre in van lusingo:
O piume d’asprezza colme,
O notti acerb’ e dure.
English translation
O sleep, O that quiet and shadowy
child of peaceful night, O afflicted mortals'
comfort, sweet oblivion of ills
so grave they make life harsh and tedious,
give succor to my heart that, now waning and restless,
and raise these frail and weary limbs.
Envelop me, O sleep, and spread
your dark wings over me.
Where is the silence which the day flees
and the light and gentle dreams
which leave no certain trace?
Alas in vain I call you,
and these cold an gloomy shadows in vain I entice:
O plumes with harshness filled,
O hard and painful nights