Aura dolce e soave (Paolo Marni)

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Editor: Gerhard Weydt (submitted 2020-10-04).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 154 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Aura dolce e soave
Composer: Paolo Marni
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SSTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1588 Novelli ardori, primo libro, Venezia, Ricciardo Amadino
  2nd published: 1590 Gemmae musicalis Liber Tertius, no. 53

Description: "Tenor" uses G2 (violin) clef, assumed to be canto 2.

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Aura dolce soave
Ch’ai bei crin d’or d’intorno
Scherzando vai del mio bel sol adorno,
Deh, se pietà in te regna,
Me, ch’in sì duri nodi
Sto preso in vari modi,
Sciogli che l’opra fia ben di te degna.

M’ahime, che più m’allacci,
Mentre rincrespi e innondi
Le chiome, e in un confondi
Mill’altri nodi & intricati lacci,
Onde in catene avolto
sempre vivrò, ne mai sarò disciolto.

German.png German translation

Süße, zärtliche Brise,
die du mit den schönen goldenen Locken
meiner schönen geschmückten Sonne umher spielst,
ach, wenn Mitleid in dir herrscht,
löse mich, der ich in solch festen Knoten
auf unterschiedliche Weise gefangen bin,
auf dass das Werk deiner würdig sei.

Aber weh mir, denn immer mehr verschnüre ich mich,
während ich die Haare kräusele und in Wellen lege,
und in eins zusammenmische
tausend andere Knoten und verworrene Schlingen,
weshalb ich immer in Fesseln eingeschlossen
leben, nie erlöst sein werde.

Translation by Gerhard Weydt

English.png English translation

Sweet tender breeze,
that plays around with the golden locks
of my adorned beautiful sun,
alas, if pity reigns within you,
loosen me, who in such tight knots
am caught in various modes,
so that the work be worthy of you.

But woe to me, for ever more I tie myself up,
while I curl and undulate
the hair, and confound into one
thousand other knots and intricate fetters,
wherefore I shall always live wrapped in chains
and never shall be untied.

Translation by Gerhard Weydt