Valle, che de' lamenti miei se' piena (Giaches de Wert)

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Title: Valle, che de' lamenti miei se' piena
Composer: Giaches de Wert
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: AATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1588 in Il nono libro de madrigali a cinque et sei voci, no. 3
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Italian text Valle che de' lamenti miei se' piena, fiume che spesso del mio pianger cresci, fere selvestre, vaghi augelli et pesci, che l'una et l'altra verde riva affrena, aria de' miei sospir' calda et serena, dolce sentier che sí amaro rïesci, colle che mi piacesti, or mi rincresci, ov'anchor per usanza Amor mi mena: ben riconosco in voi l'usate forme, non, lasso, in me, che da sí lieta vita son fatto albergo d'infinita doglia. Quinci vedea 'l mio bene; et per queste orme torno a veder ond'al ciel nuda è gita, lasciando in terra la sua bella spoglia. Canzoniere 301

English translation Valley so filled with all my laments, river so often swollen with my tears, wild beasts, wandering birds and fish, reined in by these two green river-banks, air warmed and calmed by my sighs, sweet path that ends in such bitterness, hill that pleased me, that now saddens, where by habit Love still leads me: I recognise familiar forms in you, not, alas, in me, whose happy life, has become the house of endless grief. I saw my good from here: and with these steps turn to see where she went naked to the sky, leaving what's left of her beauty in the earth. Translation by Anthony S. Kline ©