Benchè'l misero cor (Philippe Verdelot)

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• (Posted 2017-01-24)  CPDL #42790:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-01-24).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 49 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Reformatting of #16150, with corrections to underlay.

• (Posted 2008-02-19)  CPDL #16150:         

Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-19).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes:

Possible error(s) identified. See the discussion page for full description.

• (Posted 2000-10-17)  CPDL #01490:        (Finale 2001)

Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-10-17).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 72 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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General Information

Title: Benchè'l misero cor
Composer: Philippe Verdelot

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1533 in Il primo libro de madrigali, no. 12
    2nd published: 1540 in Tutti li madrigali del primo et secondo libro a quatro voci, Edition 1, no. 7
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Original text and translations

Italian text Benchè’l misero cor lasso talhora, Porga breve riposo nutrito di speranza Long’ affanni cotal rifurg’in me poscia l’ardore, Che con miei maggior danni, ritorna 'l grave mio stato penoso. Perché si forte fu’l laccio amoroso Nel qual nei miei prim’anni Mi leg’amor madonn’ e la mia sorte, Che scioglier non mi può se non la morte.

English translation Even if the poor heart, sometimes tired, Takes a short rest, nourished with hope, Later takes back in me the ardour of long anguishes, And to my further damage returns, severe, my painful state. Because the cord of love was so strong, Which in my first years Tied my love to my lady and to my fate, That nothing can untie it, but death.

Dutch translation Ofschoon de pijn in’t hart mij soms verlaat, En een kort moment van rust mij van hoop vervult, Schuilt in mij een bodemloos verdriet, een verterende gloed, Die tot mijn grote spijt, mij tot de ernst van mijn pijnlijk bestaan terugbrengt. Omdat de liefde mij in haar greep houdt, Zo sterk als een strop waarin ik vanaf het begin Gebonden was aan de liefde voor een vrouw, is het mijn lot, Mij ervan losmaken kan ik niet dan in de dood. Translation by Jan Wyns