Haime che non e un giocho (Anonymous)

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• (Posted 2025-06-18)  CPDL #85511:        (Diplomatic score)  

Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2025-06-18).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 131 kB   Copyright: CPDL (Practical score)

Edition notes: A double edition: a diplomatic score in mensural notation and a practical score.

General Information

Title: Haime che non e un giocho
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1505 in Frottole libro 2 (Petrucci, Venice), no. 36
Description: 

Original text and translations

Italian text Haime che non e un giocho   Questo mio ardentente foco   Amanti udite un pocho   Un pocho mie tormenti e affanni,   e affanni   E ogni sperar,   e ogni piacer,   me e tolto.   Haime son gia moltanni   amor che tu me inganni   e ridi de mei danni   e adaltri dai piacere,   dai piacere,   dai piacere.   Io mi credea godere   e mai non mi dolere   ma viver in piacere   per obedirti amore   obedirti{mdl amore. Tu mha posto in dolore e faime far errore donando via el core" a chi lo straza e offende E ogni sperar." Se ragion mi reprehende el voler si deffende e nostra lite pende a un mio nemico inanti E ogni sperar. Unde io son volto in pianti e altrui crede chio canti ma se guarda i sembianti morte ho depinta in volto E ogni sperar.}}

English translation Alas, it is not a game This burning fire of mine Lovers, listen a little A little of my torments and worries, and worries And every hope, and every pleasure, is taken from me. Alas, it is already many years love that you deceive me and laugh at my harm and to others you give pleasure, you give pleasure, you give pleasure. I thought I was enjoying and never grieving but living in pleasure to obey you love to obey you love. You have put me in pain and made me err by giving away my heart to one who tears it and offends it And all hope. If reason repels me my will is defended and our dispute hangs on an enemy of mine before And all hope. Wherefore I am turned to tears and others believe that I sing but if they look at my features death is painted on my face And all hope.