Signor se la tua gratia è fuoco ardente (Orlando di Lasso)

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• (Posted 2024-11-03)  CPDL #82590:        (LilyPond)

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2024-11-03).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 97 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

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• (Posted 2024-01-31)  CPDL #78952:    (MIDI)    

Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2024-01-31).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 97 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Transcribed from 1570 Gardano edition. Original key (chiavi naturali) and note values.

• (Posted 2018-09-06)  CPDL #51210:       

Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2018-09-06).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 441 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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Title: Signor se la tua gratia è fuoco ardente
Composer: Orlando di Lasso
Lyricist: Gabriele Fiamma

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1567 in Libro quarto de madrigali a 5 voci, no. 8
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Italian text Signor se la tua gratia è fuoco ardente, Come dà refrigerio tanto al core, S'e fiume ond'ha la fiamma e'l vivo ardore, Per cui strugger ogn'hor l'alma si sente, S'è luce piu che'l sol chiaro e lucente, Come toglie a questi occhi ogni splendore, S'e vita ond'è che l'huom al senso more, Quand'ha la sua virtute al cor presente. Queste contrarie tempre in me pur sento, Che mi rafreda il fuoco accend'il fiume, Accieca il sole e da la morte vita, Ma di saper il modo indarno tento, Che non puo alcun mortal terreno lume, Dell'opre tue scoprir l'arte infinita.  Gabriele Fiamma, Sonetto 48

English translation Lord, if your grace is a burning fire, how does it give such a cooling balm to my heart? If it is a river, whence comes the flame and living heat by which the soul feels itself ceaselessly consumed? If light, clearer and brighter than the sun, how does it remove from these eyes every splendor? If it is life, why then does man lose awareness and perish when he has your virtue present in his heart? These contrary temperaments I yet feel in myself: that the fire cools, the river sets ablaze, the sun blinds and life gives death. But in vain do I strive much to comprehend the way, for no mortal, terrestrial light can reveal the infinite art of your works. Translation by Allen Garvin