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'''Title:''' ''Ah, sweetheart let us hurry''<br>
'''Title:''' ''Ah, sweetheart let us hurry''<br>
{{Composer|Christoph Dalitz}}
{{Composer|Christoph Dalitz}}
{{Lyricist|Bayard Taylor}}
{{Lyricist|Bayard Taylor}} (translation of a German poem by Martin Opitz)


{{MultiVoicing|2|n=4|1st=SS|2nd=TT|3rd=AA|4th=BB}}<<br>
{{MultiVoicing|2|n=4|1st=SS|2nd=TT|3rd=AA|4th=BB}}<<br>

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  • (Posted 2019-04-11)  CPDL #53938:   
Editor: Christoph Dalitz (submitted 2019-04-11).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 41 kB   Copyright: CC BY SA
Edition notes: Edition for AA or BB

General Information

Title: Ah, sweetheart let us hurry
Composer: Christoph Dalitz
Lyricist: Bayard Taylor (translation of a German poem by Martin Opitz)

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicings: SS, TT, AA and BB<
Genre: SacredMadrigal

Language: German
Instruments: 2 violins, bc

{{Published}} is obsolete (code commented out), replaced with {{Pub}} for works and {{PubDatePlace}} for publications.

Description: A madrigal setting in the style of Heinrich Schütz' "Symphoniae sacrae". The accompaniment can be played on arbitrary baroque instruments (violins, recorders, cornetii, ...).

External websites: http://music.dalitio.de/choir/dalitz/ach-liebste-lass-uns-eilen/index.html

Original text and translations

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Ah, sweetheart, let us hurry / We still have time.
Delaying thus, we bury / Our mutual prime.

Beauty’s bright gift shall perish / As leaves grow sere;
All that we have and cherish / Shall disappear.

The cheek of roses fadeth / Gray grows the head;
And fire the eyes evadeth / And passion’s dead.

The mouth, love’s honeyed winner / Is formless, cold;
The hand, like snow, gets thinner / And thou art old!

So let us taste the pleasure / That youth endears,
Ere we are called to measure / The flying years.

Give, as thou lov’st and livest / Thy love to me,
Even though, in what thou givest / My loss should be!