Poetry by Lorenzo de` Medici (1449

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Poetry by Lorenzo de’ Medici (1449-1492)
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Datemi pace omai, sospiri ardenti,
o pensier sempre nel bel viso fissi,
chè qualche sonno placido venissi
alle roranti mie luci dolenti.
Or li uomini e le fere hanno le urgenti
fatiche e dur pensier queti e remissi,
e già i bianchi cavalli al giogo à missi
la scorta de’ febei raggi orienti.
Deh! Facciam tregua, Amor ch’io
ti prometto
ne’ sonni sol veder quell’amoroso
viso, udir le parole ch’ella dice,
toccar la bianca man
che’l cor m’ha stretto!
O Amor del mio ben troppo invidioso,
lassami almen dormendo esser felice,
dormendo esser felice.
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O give me peace at last, passionate sighs,
ye thoughts upon that beauteous face transfixed,
that tranquil sleep might somehow be welcomed
to these my sorrowful, watery eyes.
Now have both men and beasts insistent
labour and harsh thoughts tamed and appeased,
and the white clouds like horses have been yoked
to th’ eastern rays of Phoebus, the sun’s escort.
O! let’s make a truce! and, Love,
I promise willing
that I’ll see whilst sleeping only that loving
face, her words alone I’ll hear,
that white hand will I touch
that so did touch my heart!
O Love, too solicitous of my well-being,
let me at least be happy when I sleep,
be happy when I sleep.
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Romperanno i silenzi assai men lunghi
cantando per le fronde allor gli uccelli.
Alcun al vecchio nido par ch’aggiunghi
certe festuche e piccoli fuscelli.
Campeggeran ne’ verdi prati i funghi:
liete donne corranno
or questi or quelli!
Lascerà il ghiro il sonno e’l loco ov’era
e l’assiuol si sentirà la sera.
Allor che un venticel suave spira
con dolce legge, i fiori a terra piega,
e scherzando con essi intorno gira,
talor gli annoda or scioglie or gli rilega.
Ondeggia alta e s’adira
l’erba vicina alla futura sega;
suave suon la giovinetta frasca
rende, né pur un fior a terra casca.
In mezzo a tante cose grate e belle
la mia donna bellissima e gentile,
vincendo l’altre, adorna tutte quelle
in una veste candida e sottile.
Parlando in nòve e tacite favelle
con gli occhi al cor, quando la bocca sile:
Vientene, dice a me, caro cuor mio,
qui è la pace d’ogni tuo disio.
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Thus will the birds their brief silence break
singing here and there amongst the branches several for old nests seem to take
fresh straw, and tiny strands to weave.
Mushrooms hosted in the verdant meadows,
are chased by light-hearted women who
pick now these, now those.
Then the dormouse her sleep and home will quit
till evening comes, the cry of the owl with it.
And when a gentle breeze here be blowing
in sweet decree it bends the flowers to ground,
playf’lly around them spinning and swirling,
by turns, it ties, looses, binds as it bounds.
The tall grass, doomed to the scythe, is swaying
angrily falling down upon the mound;
in delicate notes the young bough answers
sweetly, nor falls to the ground any flower.
Amidst so many pleasant and fine things
my lady, very beautiful and kind,
surpassing th’others, all of them graces,
in her most diaphanous garment white.
Speaking in new and never uttered words,
her eyes to my heart, for her mouth is silent:
Come, she says to me, O my dear sweetheart,
here’s peace, fulfilment longed for by your heart.
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Contemplazione della bellezza –
intermezzo strumentale
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Contemplation of beauty –
instrumental interlude
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Una donna il cor m’ha tolto:
or non vuole e non mel rende,
hammi un laccio al core avvolto;
ella m’arde, ella m’incende!
Quand’io grido, non m’intende;
quand’i piango, ella si ride;
non mi sana e non m’uccide,
tienmi pure in dolor tanti!
Ecco l’ossa, ecco la carne,
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Thus did a lady take my heart:
nor she wants nor gives it back,
a noose around it has she cast;
sets me on fire, she burns me black!
When I wail, she listens not;
When I weep, at me she laughs;
She neither makes me well nor kills,
Yet doth she keep me in such pain!
Here are my bones, here’s my flesh,
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ecco il cuore, ecco la vita …
O crudel, che vuoi tu farne?
Ecco l’anima smarrita.
Chè rinnuovi mia ferita,
e del sangue mio se’ingorda?
Questa bella aspida sorda
chi verrà che me l’incanti?
here’s my heart, my life anew …
O most cruel, what will’st thou do?
Here is my soul, that’s lost for you.
Why art thou my wound renewing
is it for my blood thou’art craving?
This beauteous asp nought hearing
who will charm her ’gainst disdain?
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Donne belle, io ho cercato
lungo tempo del mio core.
Ringraziato sie tu, Amore,
ch’io l’ho pure alfin trovato!
Egli è forse in questo ballo
chi il mio cor furato avia:
hallo seco, e sempre arallo,
mentre fia la vita mia:
ella è si benigna e pia,
ch’ella arà sempre il mio core!
Ringraziato sie tu, Amore,
ch’io l’ho pure alfin trovato!
Donne belle, io v’ho da dire
come il mio cor ritrovai:
quand’io m’el senti’ fuggire,
in più begli occhi guardai,
dove ascoso era il mio core,
dove ascoso era il mio core!
Ringraziato sie tu, Amore,
ch’io l’ho pure alfin trovato!
Quant’è bella giovinezza,
che si fugge tuttavia!
Chi vuol esser lieto, sia:
di doman non v’è certezza.
Ah! Ringraziato sie tu, Amore,
ch’io l’ho pure alfin trovato!
Che si viene a questa ladra,
che il mio cor m’ha così tolto?
Com’è bella e leggiadra,
come porta amor nel volto!
Non sia mai il suo cor sciolto,
ma sempre arda col mio core!
Ringraziato sie tu, Amore,
ch’io l’ho pure alfin trovato!
Questa ladra, Amor, lega,
o col furto insieme l’ardi:
non udir s’ella ti priega;
fa’che gli occhi non li guardi:
ma, se hai saette e dardi,
fa vendetta del mio core.
Ringraziato sie tu, Amore!
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Lovely maidens, I have search’d
for you so long with all my heart.
So, fair Love, well-thankèd be,
since at last I have found thee!
Here, she’s maybe at this dance
who my poor heart did steal away:
owns it now and e’er perchance,
guards until my life’s last day:
she is virtuous, good and gay,
she alwày will own my heart!
So, fair Love, well-thankèd be,
since at last I have found thee!
Lovely maids, I fain must say
how my heart I’ve found again:
when I felt it fly away,
lov’lier eyes I did attain,
where I have now hid my heart,
where I have now hid my heart!
So, fair Love, well-thankèd be,
since at last I have found thee!
How wondrous beautiful is youth,
yet fleeting, so soon gone, in truth !
He who will, let happy be,
The morrow has no certainty.
Ah!, fair Love, well-thankèd be,
since at last I have found thee!
To this thief what fate now comes,
who my heart did’st take from me?
Mark the beauty of her charms,
love within her face you see!
May her heart ne’er be released,
let it burn as burns mine own!
So, fair Love, well-thankèd be,
since at last I have found thee!
Love, come bind now fast this thief,
else with that she stole do burn her:
listen not if she entreats thee;
let not her eyes with thine confer:
but if darts and arrows offer,
take revenge, as my heart’s fee.
So, fair Love, well-thankèd be!
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Lucchini Bononi
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PSAUME
PSALM
I. Allegramente
I. Allegramente
PSAUME 8:
Seigneur, que ton nom est retentissant
sur toute la terre
Ta majesté s’élève
au dela des étoiles.
Par la bouche des enfants
[et de ceux qui sont à la mammelle]
Tu as fondé ta gloire
Pour confondre Tes adversaires
Pour imposer silence à l’ennemi
et au vengeur.
Éternel! Que ton nom est magnifique
sur toute la terre.
PSAUME 9:
Je te louerai
de tout mon coeur,
Je raconterai toutes tes merveilles
Je ferai de toi le sujet de ma joie
et de mon allegresse
Je chanterai ton nom
Dieu Très Haut!
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PSAUME 102:
Éternel, écoute ma prière,
Et que mon cri parvienne à toi!
Ne me cache pas ta face
le jour de ma détresse
Incline toi vers moi
afin de m’exaucer
Car mes jours s’évanouissent en fumée, …
[Ils sont] comme l’ombre
à son déclin,
Mon coeur est frappé,
il se dessèche comme l’herbe.
Je n’ai plus de sommeil,
et je suis seul [comme l’oiseau solitaire
sur un toit]…
entouré d’ennemis,
PSAUME 59: (sprechstimme)
Ils [re-]viennent chaque soir
en hurlant comme des chiens,
Ils font le tour de la ville,
Ils errent ça et la, cherchant leur nourriture,
ils passent la nuit sans être rassasiés,
et ne profèrent que mensonges
et malédictions.
(chant)
Mais moi, je chanterai ta force;
Dès le matin,
je célébrerai ta bonté.
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PSALM 8:
O Lord our Lord, how excellent [resounding]
is thy name in all the earth!
Who hast set thy glory
above the heavens.
Out of the mouth of babes
[and sucklings]
hast thou ordained strength
because of thine enemies,
that thou mightest still the enemy
and the avenger.
O Lord our Lord, how excellent is thy name
in all the earth.
PSALM 9:
I will praise thee, O Lord,
with my whole heart;
I will shew forth all thy marvellous works.
I will be glad
and rejoice in thee:
will sing praise to thy name,
O thou most High.
II. Lentamente (ma non troppo)
II. Lentamente (ma non troppo)
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PSALM 102:
Hear my prayer, O Lord,
and let my cry come unto thee.
Hide not thy face from me
in the day when I am in trouble;
incline thine ear unto me:
[in the day when I call]
answer me speedily.
For my days are consumed like smoke, …
[My days are] like a shadow
that declineth,
My heart is smitten,
and withered like grass;
I watch,
and am [as a sparrow] alone
[upon the house top] …
[surrounded by] mine enemies.
PSALM 59: (spoken)
And at evening let them return;
and let them make a noise like a dog,
and go round about the city.
Let them wander up and down for meat,
and grudge if they be not satisfied.
and for cursing
and lying which they speak.
(sung)
But I will sing of thy power;
yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy
in the morning.
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III. Con fuoco
III. Con fuoco
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PSAUME 148:
Louez l’Éternel! Louez l’Éternel!
Louez-le
du haut des cieux!
Louez-le dans les lieux élevés!
Louez l’Éternel!
Louez l’Éternel!
Louez-le vous tous ses anges!
Louez-le vous toutes ses armées!
Louez-le, soleil [et lune]!
Et vous toutes ses étoiles lumineuses,
Louez-le!
Louez l’Éternel,
car il a commandé,
et vous avez étés crées
Il vous a affermi
pour toujours;
Il vous a donné des lois
qu’il ne violera point.
Louez l’Éternel!
Louez l’Éternel du bas de la terre!
Monstres marins, et vous tous abîmes,
Feu et grêle, neige et brouillard[s],
Vents impétueux, qui exécutez ses ordres,
Montagnes, et toutes les collines,
Arbres fruitiers et tous les arbres [cèdres],
Louez-le!
Animaux et tout le bétail,
Reptiles et oiseaux ailés,
Louez-le!
Princes et tous les juges de la terre!
Jeunes hommes et jeunes filles, …
Grands de la terre et toutes nations!
Soldats et travailleurs! [Ajouté par I.M.!]
et vieillards et enfants!
Louez l’Éternel!
Louez l’Éternel!
Louez le nom de l’Éternel,
car lui seul est élevé!
Louez-le! Louez-le!
Louez l’Éternel!
Sa majesté est au-delà
des étoiles!
Louez le nom de l’Éternel,
car lui seul est élevé!
Louez-le! Louez-le! Louez-le!
Louez-le! Louez-le!
Louez l’Éternel!
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PSAUME 150:
Que tout ce qui respire
loue l’Éternel!
PSALM 148:
Praise ye the Lord. [Praise ye the Lord.]
Praise ye the Lord
from the heavens:
Praise him in the heights.
[Praise ye the Lord.
Praise ye the Lord.]
Praise ye him, all his angels:
praise ye him, all his hosts.
Praise ye him, sun [and moon]:
praise him,
all ye stars of light.
praise [the name of] the Lord:
for he commanded,
and they were created.
He hath also established them
for ever and ever:
he hath made a decree
which shall not pass.
Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord from the earth,
Ye dragons and all deeps:
Fire and hail; snow and vapours;
stormy wind fulfilling his word:
Mountains and all hills;
fruitful trees, and all cedars;
[Praise him.]
Beasts, and all cattle;
creeping things, and flying fowl:
[Praise him.]
princes, and all judges of the earth:
Both young men, and maidens; …
Kings of the earth, and all people;
Soldiers and workers [Added by I.M.!]
old men, and children.
Praise ye the Lord.
Praise ye the Lord.
Let them praise the name of the Lord:
for his name alone is excellent.
Praise him. Praise him.
Praise ye the Lord.
his glory is above the earth
and heaven.
Let them praise the name of the Lord:
for his name alone is excellent.
Praise him. Praise him. Praise him.
Praise him. Praise him.
Praise ye the Lord.
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PSALM 150:
Let ev’rything that hath breath
praise the Lord!
IV. Sostenuto e molto tranquillo
IV. Sostenuto e molto tranquillo
(la plupart sont des textes paraphrasés, d’après):
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PSAUME 64:
Dieu nous exauce par des prodiges
Il ceint l’année
de ses bienfaits
Il couronne le monde
d’abondance,
espoir de toutes les extrémités
lointaines de la terre
et de l’océan.
(Paraphrase):
Loué soit Dieu pour
sa bonté et sa magnificence.
Amen.
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PSALM 65:
answer us, O God of our salvation;
[Who] crownest the year
with thy goodness;
[Who] visitest the earth …
and enrichest it …
who art the confidence
of all the ends of the earth, and of
[them that are afar off upon] the sea.
(Paraphrase):
Praisèd be God for
his goodness, and for his glory.
Amen.
English texts adapted from the Authorized King James version of 1611. © 1996 & 2010 Christopher Lyndon-Gee
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