Il vostro dipartir (Maddalena Casulana)

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General Information

Title: Il vostro dipartir
Composer: Maddalena Casulana

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicings: SSAA or ATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1570 in Il secondo libro de madrigali a quattro voci, no. 19
Description: 

Original text and translations

Italian text Il vostro dipartir, donna, mi diede noiosa vita E con si dubbia spene di voi, caro mio bene Ch’alti si n’pera di ciò fia cagione Le vostr’alme virtut’ al mondo sole E rio timor mi spinge ond’ i miei lumi Sembran d’amare lacrime duo fiumi.

French translation Votre départ, madame, rend ma vie ennuyeuse Et avec une espérance de vous si incertaine, mon très cher bien, Je n'espère rien d'autre de raisonnable Que votre âme, seule vertu au monde. Et une peur mauvaise humidifie mes yeux Qui semblent deux fleuves de larmes amères.

English translation My lady, your leaving has given me a wretched life, so uncertain in hope: afraid, my very dear heart, that you, with your generous qualities, are alone in the world, and cruel fear oppresses me so much that my eyes look like two fountains of bitter tears. Translation by Nicholas Jones