Dimmi cieco ch'avventi e fiamm'e strali (Andrea Gabrieli)

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• (Posted 2024-11-16)  CPDL #82752:       

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2024-11-16).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 101 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

Edition notes: Transposed down a 4th.

• (Posted 2024-11-16)  CPDL #82751:        (LilyPond)

Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2024-11-16).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 101 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

Edition notes: Original high clefs.

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Title: Dimmi cieco ch'avventi e fiamm'e strali
Composer: Andrea Gabrieli
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SAATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1570 in Il secondo libro de madrigali a 5 voci, Edition 1, no. 3
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Original text and translations

Italian text Dimmi cieco ch'avventi e fiamm'e strali contra di noi, come ti soffr'il core stracciarci tanto? Ah, dispietato Amore, mercé de' tuoi desir buggiardi e frali, ciechi fiamme sentiamo aspr'e mortali che sorgon da due faci con ardore: Deh, estingui alquanto questo tuo furore né vogli esser cagion di tanti mali. Ove son le promesse, ove la fede quando noi, ciechi, disarmati e soli, ci conducesti in questi oscuri regni? Son forse 'ste catene, forse i duoli, con ch'or ti cingi? Pazzo ch'in te crede. Donne, fate almen noi di pietà degni.

English translation Tell me, O blind one, who flings flames and arrows against us, how can you bear to rend our heart so? Ah, cruel love, thanks to your false and frail desires, we feel blinded by harsh and deadly flames that arise with passion from two torches: Ah, quench at least some of this madness of yours if you do not wish to be the cause of so many ills. Where are your promises, where is your faith when you lead us, blind, unarmed and alone into these dark realms? Perhaps these are the chains, perhaps the sorrows with which you now drape yourself? Mad be he who believes in you. O Ladies, at least make us worth of your pity. Translation by Allen Garvin