ChoralWiki:Translations/Swithinbank

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NOTFOUND: Qualis est dilectus (John Forest, early 15th century) (a 3)

NOTFOUND: Score not found on cpdl.org. Vaarky 18:21, 22 July 2008 (PDT)

N.B. As so often with the Song of Songs, there may not be a single standard form for this text. At present I find Qualis est dilectus meus (Anonymous) and Qualis est dilectus tuus a 8 (Andrea Rota) Richard Mix (talk) 21:31, 21 June 2020 (UTC)

Latin text Qualis est dilectus tuus ex dilectis, o pulcherrima mulierum? Amicus meus candidus et rubicundus, electus ex milibus.

English translation (Unidentified speaker:) What manner of one is thy beloved more than another, O thou most beautiful among women? (Bride:) My beloved is white and ruddy, chosen out of thousands. His left hand is under my head, and his right hand shall embrace me. Translation supplied by Mick Swithinbank

NOTFOUND: Hortus conclusus (Rodrigo de Ceballos), 1530-1581 (a 4)

NOTFOUND: Score not found on cpdl.org. There is an open request for this score at http://www.cpdl.org/wiki/index.php/Requests:Hortus_conclusus_(Rodrigo_de_Ceballos) Vaarky 18:27, 22 July 2008 (PDT)

Latin text Hortus conclusus soror mea, sponsa mea, hortus conclusus et fons signatus. Aperi mihi, o soror mea, amica mea, columba mea, immaculata mea. Surge, propera amica mea, et veni. Veni, speciosa mea, ostende mihi faciem tuam. Favus distillans labia tua; mel et lac sub lingua tua. Veni sponsa mea, veni coronaberis.

English translation (Bridegroom:) A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride, a garden enclosed and a fountain sealed. Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled. Arise my love and come. Come my fair one, let me see thy face. Thy lips are as a honeycomb; honey and milk are under thy tongue. Come, my bride, come, thou shalt be crowned. Translation supplied by Mick Swithinbank