Qual donna attende a gloriosa fama (Cipriano de Rore)

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• (Posted 2024-01-21)  CPDL #78839:    (MIDI))    

Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2024-01-21).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 114 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transcribed from Musica di Cipriano Rore sopra le stanze del Petrarcha, 1548. Original key (chiavi naturali) and note values. In Altus in measure 84 we have corrected the last note from C to D.

• (Posted 2008-03-04)  CPDL #16295:      (Finale 2007)

Editor: Paul R. Marchesano (submitted 2008-03-04).   Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 216 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transposed up minor third for mixed voicing.

General Information

Title: Qual donna attende a gloriosa fama
Composer: Cipriano de Rore

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1548 in Il terzo libro de madrigali a cinque voci, Edition 1, no. 18
Description: Orlando di Lasso composed a parody mass on this madrigal.

Original text and translations

Italian text Qual donn’ attende a gloriosa fama Di seno, di valor, di cortesia, Miri fiso ne gli occhi a quella mia Nemica che mia donna il mondo chiama. Come s’acquist’honor come Dio s’ama, Come giont’honestà con leggiadria, Ivi s’impara e qual è dritta via Di gir al ciel, che lei aspett’e brama. Ivi’l parlar che nullo stil agguaglia, E’l bel tacere e suoi santi costumi Ch’ingegn’human non può spiegar in carte. L’infinita bellezza ch’altrui abbaglia Non vi s’impara che quei dolci lumi, S’acquistan per ventura, e non per arte.

English translation Doth any maiden seek the glorious fame Of chastity, of strength, of courtesy? Gaze in the eyes of that sweet enemy Whom all the world doth as my lady name! How honor grows, and pure devotion's flame, How truth is joined with graceful dignity, There thou mayst learn, and what the path may be To that high heaven which doth her spirit claim; There learn soft speech, beyond all poet's skill, And softer silence, and those holy ways Unutterable, untold by human heart. But the infinite beauty that all eyes doth fill, This none can copy! since its lovely rays Are given by God's pure grace, and not by art.