Quel dolce foco (Costanzo Festa)

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General Information

Title: Quel dolce foco
Composer: Costanzo Festa

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSA
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Quel dolce foc' in cui abbruggio ed ardo,
E par ch'ad or' ad ora mi consumi,
Non d'altro vien che da bei vostri lumi.
Però madonna fate sian più parchi
Nella turbata vista verso
Di quel che v'ama anzi v'adora.
E se per ben servir premio s'acquista
Non siate causa che languendo mora
Perché l'eterno biasmo acquistarete
Potendomi dar vita m'occidete.

English.png English translation

The sweet fire in which I burn,
And that seems to consume me hour by hour,
Only comes from your beautiful lights (read: eyes).
But, Milady, let them be more moderate
In the troublesome look
At him who loves you, or more, adores you.
And if it's true that, serving well, a prize is won
Don't be the cause of his languishing death
Because you would acquire eternal blame
If, being able to give me life, you would kill me.