Sì traviato è 'l folle (Cipriano de Rore)

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  • (Posted 2014-12-31)  CPDL #33982:    (MIDI)    
Editor: Pothárn Imre (submitted 2014-12-31).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 103 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Original key (chiavi naturali) and note-values. Alto in transposed violin clef.

General Information

Title: Sì traviato è 'l folle
Composer: Cipriano de Rore
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1548 in Il terzo libro de madrigali a cinque voci, Edition 1, no. 19
    2nd published: 1570 in Second livre des chansons a 4 et 5 parties (Orlando di Lasso), no. 24

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Sí travïato è 'l folle mi' desio
a seguitar costei che 'n fuga è volta,
et de' lacci d'Amor leggiera et sciolta
vola dinanzi al lento correr mio,

che quanto richiamando piú l'envio
per la secura strada, men m'ascolta:
né mi vale spronarlo, o dargli volta,
ch'Amor per sua natura il fa restio.

Et poi che 'l fren per forza a sé raccoglie,
i' mi rimango in signoria di lui,
che mal mio grado a morte mi trasporta:

sol per venir al lauro onde si coglie
acerbo frutto, che le piaghe altrui
gustando afflige piú che non conforta.

Canzoniere 6
English.png English translation

Little wandering bird that goes singing
your time gone by, with weeping notes,
seeing the night and the winter near,
and the day and all the joyful months behind,

if, knowing your own heavy sorrows,
you could know of my state like your own,
you would fly to this disconsolate breast
to share your grievous sadness with me.

I cannot say our measures would be equal,
since perhaps the one you cry for still has life,
which in my case Death and heaven have denied:

but the fading season and the hour,
with the memory of sweet years and bitter,
invite me to speak to you, of pity.

Translation by Anthony S. Kline ©