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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Text|Italian}}
<poem>
<poem>
Ardo per te, mio bene, ma l’ardore
Ardo per te, mio bene, ma l’ardore
Spira dolce aura al core
Spira dolce aura al core
Moro per te, mia vita, ma il morire
Moro per te, mia vita, ma il morire
Gioia divien, dolcissimo il languire.
Gioia divien, dolcissimo il languire.
Felice sorte ancor ch’io arda e moia:
Felice sorte ancor ch’io arda e moia:
L’ardor divien dolce aura, e 'l morir gioia.
L’ardor divien dolce aura, e 'l morir gioia.
</poem>
</poem>
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{{Translation|English}}
<poem>
I burn for you, my love, but my ardour
Wafts sweet breezes on my heart
I die for you, my life, but my dying
Becomes a joy, most sweet the languishing.
Happy fate, to burn and to die:
Burning becomes a soft breeze and dying a joy.
</poem>
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Editor: Vincent Carpentier (submitted 2003-07-28).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 380 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: revised May 28, 2004.

General Information

Title: Ardo per te, mio bene
Composer: Carlo Gesualdo

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Il Sesto Libro di Madrigali - 1613

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Ardo per te, mio bene, ma l’ardore
Spira dolce aura al core

Moro per te, mia vita, ma il morire
Gioia divien, dolcissimo il languire.

Felice sorte ancor ch’io arda e moia:
L’ardor divien dolce aura, e 'l morir gioia.

English.png English translation

I burn for you, my love, but my ardour
Wafts sweet breezes on my heart

I die for you, my life, but my dying
Becomes a joy, most sweet the languishing.

Happy fate, to burn and to die:
Burning becomes a soft breeze and dying a joy.