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Cruel unkind, with favour view
Cruel unkind, with favour view
The wound that first was made by you,
The wound that first was made by you,
And if my torments feigned be,
And if my torments ever feigned be,
:''Let this heav'nly light I see
:''Let this heav'nly light I see
:''Be as dark as hell to me.
:''Be as dark as hell to me.
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Laura, redeem the soul that dies
Laura, redeem the soul that dies
By fury of thy murd'ring eyes,
By fury of thy murd'ring eyes,
And if it proves unkind to thee,
And if it ever proves unkind to thee,
:''Let this heav'nly light I see
:''Let this heav'nly light I see
:''Be as dark as hell to me.}}
:''Be as dark as hell to me.}}

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General Information

Title: Rest a while you cruel cares
Composer: John Dowland
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

1  Rest awhile, you cruel cares,
Be not more severe than love.
Beauty kills and beauty spares,
And sweet smiles sad sighs remove.
Laura, fair queen of my delight,
Come grant me love in love's despite,
And if I ever fail to honour thee,
Let this heav'nly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me.

2  If I speak, my words want weight,
Am I mute, my heart doth break,
If I sigh, she fears deceit,
Sorrow then for me must speak.
Cruel unkind, with favour view
The wound that first was made by you,
And if my torments ever feigned be,
Let this heav'nly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me.

3  Never hour of pleasing rest
Shall revive my dying ghost,
Till my soul hath repossessed
The sweet hope which love hath lost.
Laura, redeem the soul that dies
By fury of thy murd'ring eyes,
And if it ever proves unkind to thee,
Let this heav'nly light I see
Be as dark as hell to me.

Polish.png Polish translation

1. Choć chwilę bez was, troski, chciałbym spędzić.
I tak miłość od was jest mocniejsza.
Piękność zabić może albo oszczędzić,
A słodki jej uśmiech udręki pomniejsza.
Lauro! Ty, która zachwytu jesteś błogością,
Wbrew sobie mnie obdarz swoją miłością.
A jeślibym kiedy honor twój splamił,
Niech światłość, którą dla mnie jesteś, o pani,
Ciemnością się stanie piekielnych otchłani.

2  Znaczenia żądne są moje słowa,
Serce zaś pęka, gdy milczeć muszę.
Fałszu się lęka, gdy mówię - "Kocham",
Może więc niemym cierpieniem ją wzruszę.
Pychy twojej zatruta strzała,
Sercu mojemu tę ranę zadała.
A jeśli w torturze mej jest udawanie,
Niech światłość, którą dla mnie jesteś, o pani,
Ciemnością się stanie piekielnych otchłani.

3  Cichego spoczynku krótka chwila
Nie wskrzesi już gasnącego ducha,
Chyba że wróci nadzieja miła
I żalów moich raz jeszcze wysłucha.
Lauro! Zbaw moją mrącą duszę,
Spojrzeniem, które śmiertelne zadaje katusze.
A jeśli niemiłą będzie, w twym mniemaniu,
Niech światłość, którą dla mnie jesteś, o pani,
Ciemnością się stanie piekielnych otchłani.

Translation by Stanisław Jonczyk