O cessate di piagarmi (Alessandro Scarlatti)

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Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-31).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 88 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central - Lyrics in both Italian and English - English lyrics by Dr. Theodore Baker - Edition in E Minor.

General Information

Title: O cessate di piagarmi
Composer: Alessandro Scarlatti
Lyricist: Nicolò Minato^{create page} (ca.1630-1698)

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo Soprano
Genre: Secular, Aria

Language: Italian
Instruments: Piano

Published: In 1904 in "Anthology of Italian song of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries".

Description: The aria "O cessate di piagarmi" is from an aria in the opera "Pompeo".

External websites:

• Entry at Wikipedia for this composer.
• Parisotti's Anthology is available here.
• Entry at "Art Song Central" for this song.
• Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".
• English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".
• Portuguese translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".
• German translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".
• http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=36861 English lyrics for this aria are at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page". ]

Original text and translations

Italian text

O cessate di piagarmi,

O lasciatemi morir!

Luc’ ingrate,

Dispietate,

Più del gelo e più del marmi

Fredde e sorde a’ miei martir.

Più d'un angue, più d'un aspe

crudi e sordi a' miei sospir,

[occhi alteri,

ciechi e fieri,]1

voi potete risanarmi,

e godete al mio languir.

English translation

Sesto:

O stop wounding me,

O leave me to die!

eyes so ungrateful, merciless,

more than ice and more than marble

cold and deaf to my sufferings!

and you enjoy my fainting.

More than a snake, more than an asp,

cruel and unhearing to my sighs,

eyes so proud,

unseeing and ferocious,

you have power to make me well again,

and you enjoy my fainting.