Ad una fresca riva (Luca Marenzio)

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General Information

Title: Ad una fresca riva
Composer: Luca Marenzio

Number of voices: 3vv  Voicing: SSA
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: Italian
Instruments: none, a cappella
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Original text and translations

Image:Italian.png Italian text

Ad una fresca riva
Guidommi Amor dove era la mia Diva,
Che con gli occhi, co'l crin e’l visadorno
Fea nascer fiore e vaghe erbett'intorno.

Se a me gli occhi volgea
Invidia agli altri amanti ella porgea,
Che co' sguardi, con risi e con parole
Era a me sol dolcissimo il mio sole.

Se apria le chiome bionde
Garrian gli augelli e si fermavan la onde,
E se gioia al mio cor era il lor canto
A ogni altro amante era cagion di pianto.

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Image:English.png English translation

At a fresh shore
Led me Love, where my Goddess was,
Who with eyes, and hair and her beautiful face
Let around her flowers and grass grow.

If she turned her eyes to me
She gave envy to other lovers,
She who, with looks, smiles and words
Was my sweetest sun.

If she opened her blond hair
The birds sang, and the waves stopped,
And if joy to me was their singing
To every other lover was a reason to cry.

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