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CPDL #19659: [Gesu-1Gio.pdf ] [Gesu-1Gio.mid ] [Gesu-1Gio.sib Sibelius 5]
- Editor: Daniel Harmer (submitted 2009-06-22). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 43 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Gesualdo Madrigal Book 5, No. 1
1613 Edition
- Editor: Marco Giuliani (submitted 2003-10-07). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 344 kbytes Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Gioite voi col canto
Composer: Carlo Gesualdo
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Il Quinto Libro di Madrigali - 1611
Description:
Original text and translations
Italian text
Gioite voi col canto
Mentre piango e sospiro
Né dal mio lagrimar punto respiro.
Ahi misero mio core,
Nato sol al dolore,
Piangi, ma piangi tanto
Che vinta dal tuo pianto
Sia la mia donna e poi rivedi in lei
Gl’afanni e i dolor miei.
English translation
by Mick Swithinbank
Take pleasure in singing, all of you,
while I weep and sigh
and, tormented by my own tears, cannot even breathe.
Alas, my wretched heart,
born only for distress,
weep, but weep to such a point
that my lady is won over by your complaint,
and then you will see in her
the same suffering which afflicts me.