Io son ferito hai lasso (Giovanni Francesco Capuano)

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General Information

Title: Io son ferito hai lasso
Composer: Giovanni Francesco Capuano

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAT
Genre: SecularVillanella

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1574 in Il primo libro delle villanelle, no. 19

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Io son ferito hai lasso e chi mi diede,
poi che chieder soccorso non mi giova,
accusar pur vorrei ma non ho prova.

E senza indicio al mal non si da fede
ne getta sangue la mia piaga nova
pero l'accusa star non pote à prova.

Io pasmo e moro il colpo non si vede
e ben che'l mal ogn' hor piu si rinova,
la mia nemic'armata non si trova.

Che fia tornar a lei crudel partito,
e pur d'andarci Amor mi face ardito,
che sol mi po sanar chi m'ha ferito.

English.png English translation

I am wounded, alas, and she who did it to me,
since calling for help is useless,
I would fain accuse, but I have no proof.

And without evidence no one will put faith in my woe,
nor does my fresh wound pour out blood,
still the accused wouldn’t pass the trial.

I suffer and die; the wound is invisible,
and even if the woe always is reviving,
my foe is not found to be armed.

How cruel a course will it be to return to her,
but nevertheless love makes me eager to go there,
for only she is able to heal me that has wounded me.

Translation by Gerhard Weydt
German.png German translation

Ich bin verwundet, ach, und jene, die mir das antat,
da Rufen nach Hilfe mir nichts nützt,
würde ich gerne anklagen, aber ich habe keinen Beweis.

Und ohne Nachweis schenkt man dem Leiden keinen Glauben,
auch fließt kein Blut aus meiner neuen Wunde,
jedoch würde die Angeklagte die Probe nicht bestehen.

Ich leide und sterbe; die Wunde sieht man nicht.,
und obwohl das Leiden sich immer mehr erneuert,
scheint meine Feindin nicht bewaffnet zu sein.

Welch grausames Vorhaben wird es sein, zu ihr zurückzukehren,
und doch macht Amor mich begierig, dorthin zu gehen,
da nur sie mich heilen kann, die mich verwundet hat.

Translation by Gerhard Weydt