Vaghe ninfe selvagge (Giovanni de Macque)

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• (Posted 2018-02-02)  CPDL #48656:         

Editor: Wim Looyestijn (submitted 2018-02-02).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 106 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: This madrigal is part 7 from "Il Trionfo di Dori", a series of 29 madrigals by various composers and poets, all ending with the exclamation "Viva la bella Dori". English translation adopted from Tactus. Dutch translation by editor.

General Information

Title: Vague ninfe selvagge
Composer: Giovanni de Macque
Lyricist: Erasmo di Valvasone^{create page}

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1592 in Il Trionfo di Dori, no. 7
    2nd published: 1987 in Das Chorwerk, no. 138.6
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Original text and translations

Italian text Vaghe ninfe selvagge E pastorell’amanti, Tra mille suon’e canti, Trahean liete carole, Al dolce orezo dell’ombrose piagge, Quand’ ecco e Dori apparve, Distese all’hor quasi invighit’il sole, Dal ciel raggi più belli, L’aria s’empi di vezzosetti Amori, Et ogni nebbia sparve, La salutare da rami i vagh’augelli, E le ninfe e i pastori, Tutti cantar, viva la bella Dori.

English translation Desirous wild nymphs and loving shepherds, mid sounds and songs innumerable, were dancing happily in a circle in the sweet breeze of the shady slopes, when suddenly Dori appeared. Then the sun, as if charmed, sent forth from the sky its finest rays. The air was filled with graceful little Cupids and every mist disappeared. Desirous little birds greeted her from the branches and nymphs and shepherds all sang: “Long live fair Dori!”.

Dutch translation Dartele nimfen en verliefde herders dansten temidden van ontelbare gezangen gelukzalig in een kring in een zoete bries van de schaduwrijke hellingen, als plotseling Dori verschijnt. De zon, als gestreeld, stuurt vanuit de hemel zijn mooiste stralen. De lucht was gevuld met kleine Cupido's en alle mist trok op. Dartele vogeltjes op de takken begroetten haar en alle nimfen en herders zongen: "Lang leve de schone Dori!"