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: Arranged by Francesco Spiga. For SATB.

General Information

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

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredCarolFolksong   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

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

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Original text and translations

Italian.png 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.png 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 thy 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