Già la notte, o dolce Figlio (Traditional)

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• (Posted 2016-01-30)  CPDL #38354:     

Editor: Francesco Spiga (submitted 2016-01-30).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 234 kB   Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: For SATB.

Arranger: Francesco Spiga

General Information

Title: Già la notte, o dolce Figlio
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Lyricist: Traditional

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol, Folksong   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published:

Description: A carol from the Congregation of the Most Holy Redeemer tradition.

External websites:

• Anthology of 70 songs from the Most Holy Redeemer Congregation.

Original text and translations

Italian text Già la notte, o dolce Figlio, spiega in cielo il manto ombroso, e i mortali col riposo van le pene a raddolcir. La ninna nanna, mio caro Bambin, la ninna nanna ti voglio cantar. Tu soltanto il ciglio e il seno bagnerai di calde stille! Chiudi al sonno le pupille, Amor mio, non più vagir. Tremon l’ali ai venticelli, non sussurrano le fronde, né dal mar le placid'onde mormorio non fanno udir. Ogni augel[lo] notturno tace in quell’ore sì tranquïlle; chiudi al sonno le pupille, Amor mio, non più vagir. Sacre schiere, che cingete del Bambino l’umil trono, io col canto e voi col suono mettiam fine al suo vagir. Ma celate ai lumi suoi vostre fulgide scintille; chiudi al sonno le pupille, Amor mio, non più vagir.

English translation The night, o sweet Son, is already unfoding its shady blanket and the mortals, by sleeping, are going to appease their pains. I want to sing thee, my dear Child, the lullaby. Thou only will make my eyelash and my chest get wet of warm drops! Close your eyes to sleep, my Love, do not wail anymore. The wings tremble to the breeze, the fronds do not whisper, and from the sea, the quiet waves do not make hear any sound. Every nocturnal bird keeps quiet in these such quiet hours; close your eyes to sleep, my love, do not wail anymore. Sacred spheres encircling the Child's humble throne, I by singing, and you with your sound, let us put an end to his wail. But, please, conceal from his sight your shining sparks; close your eyes to sleep, my Love, do not wail anymore. Translation by Francesco Spiga