Donna da vostri sguardi (Luca Marenzio)

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General Information

Title: Donna da vostri sguardi
Composer: Luca Marenzio

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1584 in Il primo libro delle villanelle a tre voci, no. 1

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Donna, da vostri sguardi
Escon pungenti dardi
E da begl'occhi amor prende diletto,
Di trafiggermi ognor con essi il petto.

E s’io le belle chiome
Vengo a mirar, ahi come
Da duro laccio, anzi catene forte
Stringer mi sento il cor vicino a morte.

Ma da la dolce bocca
Se fuor la voce scocca,
A formar le parole, in un momento
D’inestinguibil foco arder mi sento.

O Dio che dolce gioco,
Dardi, catene, e foco,
Mi dan gl’occhi, le trecce, e le parole,
E dolor sento, che così Amor vuole.