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Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-14).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 19 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Marco Giuliani (submitted 2000-06-06).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 70 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: #1 from Primo Libro delle Villanelle

General Information

Title: Donna da vostri sguardi
Composer: Luca Marenzio

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Primo libro delle Villanelle alla Napolitana

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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.