Là dove sono i pargoletti amori (Luca Marenzio)

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General Information

Title: Là dove sono i pargoletti amori
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Torquato Tasso

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSAATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1595 in Il sesto libro de madrigali a sei voci, no. 20


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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Là dove sono i pargoletti amori
Ed altri ha teso l'arco,
Altri saetta al varco,
Altri polisce le quadrella d'oro,
Voi parete un di loro
Scherzando scherzand'in verde colle
O 'n riva ombrosa fra la turba vezzosa;
E se voi non avete aure e saette
Le dolci parolette e i dolci sguardi
Son facelle e strali
E i bei pensieri in voi son piume ed ali.

English.png English translation

Where the little cupids are to be found
and where one has drawn the bow,
another has an arrow at the ready
and a third is polishing the golden darts,
it is as if you were one of them,
disporting yourself on a green hillside
or on a shady bank among the charming throng;
and if you have no golden arrows,
your sweet words and alluring glances
are fire-brands and darts
and beautiful thoughts are feathers and wings.

Translation by Mick Swithinbank