Guarda donna el mio tormento (Anonymous)

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• (Posted 2025-06-16)  CPDL #85466:        (Diplomatic score) (Practical score)

Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2025-06-16).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 69 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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

General Information

Title: Guarda donna el mio tormento
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. 35
Description: 

Original text and translations

Italian text Guarda donna el mio tormento   que per ti son quasi morto Non piu guerra, non piu stento   Che sio moro, moro a torto,   Che sio moro, moro a torto. Guarda donna el volto mio   Come forte impalidito.   El tormento accerbo e rio   Fa chio son mostrato adito   Lasso me che son serito   Ne me po sanar onguento. Non piu guerra... Io me sento apocho apocho     manchar tutti i spirti mei     ho nel pecto acceso un focho     che mabruscia per costei     piu non chiedo adiuto a idei     che mei prieghi spargo al vento Non piu guerra Haime lasso chio son servo    senza haver alchun ristore    questo amor aspro e protervo    sempre paga di dolore    questo e quel chel tristo core    non serra mai piu contento Son disposto a seguitare    finche morte mi ricoglia    mai me vo pentir damarte    benche cresca in me la doglia    e fe lalama el corpo spoglia    finita el mio lamento Non piu guerra

English translation Look, lady, at my torment Because of you, I am almost dead. No more war, no more hardship If I die, I die wrongly, If I die, I die wrongly. Look, lady, at my face. How very pale it is. The torment is bitter and cruel, and it makes me declare myself. Alas, I am wounded No ointment can heal me. No more war ... I feel myself go little by little, All my spirits fail. I have a fire in my chest that burns for her. I no longer ask for help from the gods. I scatter my prayers in the wind. No more war ... Alas, I am a slave without any comfort This harsh and arrogant love  is only satisfied by my pain This is what the sad heart never closes more content No more war ... I am willing to continue until death takes me. I will never repent of war, though the pain grows And the blade strips me of my body. Only then is my lament over. No more war ...