Dagli occhi il dolce giro (Luca Marenzio)
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General Information
Title: Dagli occhi il dolce giro
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSA and SAB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Dagli occhi il dolce giro
E'l guardo ond'ardo s'io miro sospiro
E s'io no'l miro partir o fuggire,
partir o fuggire, partir o fuggire
Non so voglio morire, voglio morire.
Di gioia or chi mi priva
Ch'io moro, adoro, una Diva ch'è schiva
Pietà omai se non ch'ardendo e struggendo,
ch'ardendo e struggendo, ch'ardendo e struggendo
Vivrò sempre e piangendo, sempre e piangendo.
Amor deh, dammi pace
Ch'invero io pero e la face mi sface
O da gli occhi col dardo forte in sorte,
dardo forte in sorte, dardo forte in sorte
Ormai mi dona morte, mi dona morte.
English translation
From the eyes the sweet turn
And the look in which I burn, in which I sigh if I look at
And if I don't look shall I leave or escape,
Shall I leave or escape, leave or escape
I don't know, I want to die, want to die.
Who deprives me from joy now
Now that I die, I adore, I love a retiring goddess.
Have pity, or burning and pining away,
burning an pining away, burning and pining away
I will always live crying, always crying.
Alas, my love give me peace
Because I really suffer and my face melts,
Or from your eyes, with the strong arrow of fate
Strong arrow of fate, strong arrow of fate,
Now give me death, give me death.
