Alma guidott' amar colei (Girolamo Conversi)

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• (Posted 2018-11-22)  CPDL #52253:   

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2018-11-22).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 141 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

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• (Posted 2016-01-01)  CPDL #38029:         

Editors: Jonathan Goodliffe and Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2016-01-01).   Score information: A4, 7 pages, 79 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: corrected version uploaded 2016-01-01.

General Information

Title: Alma guidott' amar colei
Composer: Girolamo Conversi
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SAATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1575

Description: a 5 part canzone

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Original text and translations

Italian text Alma guidott' amar colei ch'ogn' hora lieta ridendo se ne và con gioia del tuo languir' e noia. Fiera stella se ne va con gioia del tuo languir' e noia. Ne sperar per mercede, se non rara beltade, e poca fede. Ma se tempo gia mai verrà che sciolta vivi, non sia piu mai che te diletta se non gridar vendett’amor, vendetta!

English translation Translation by Mick Swithinbank My heart is moved to love a woman who constantly goes away laughing, mocking the affliction of my languishing heart. A haughty star in the firmament, she goes away laughing and mocking me. Do not hope for any reward other than her rare beauty, with little commitment. Yet if ever a time were to come when my heart was no longer in thrall to her, let not the only thing it takes delight in be to cry: 'Love shall be avenged!'

English translation In 1588 there was published by Michael East and edited by Nicholas Yonge a collection of Italian madrigals with lyrics very loosely adapted into English. The collection included the first part of "Alma guidott' amar colei" and its translation read: My heart, alas, why dost thou love, Why dost thou love thine enemy Thy mortal enemy, Laughing so merely she goes With gladness, To see thy grief and sadness Cruel disdain. Lasting pain no remedy, Save most singular beauty And little pity.