O sonno (Cipriano de Rore)

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General Information

Title: O sonno
Composer: Cipriano de Rore
Lyricist: Giovanni della Casa

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1557 in Il secondo libro de madrigali a quatro voci, no. 5
    2nd published: 1593 in Nuova spoglia amorosa (Vincenti, Venice), no. 21
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

O sonno, o della queta, umida, ombrosa
notte placido figlio; o de’ mortali
egri conforto, oblio dolce de’ mali
si gravi, ond’ è la vita aspra e noiosa;

soccorri al cor omai, che langu’ e posa
non have, e queste membra stanch’ e frali
solleva: a me ten vola, o sonno, e l’ali
tue brune sovra me distendi e posa.

Ov’è ’l silentio che’l dì fugge e’l lume?
E i lievi sogni, che con non secure
vestigia di seguirti han per costume?

Lasso, ch’invan te chiamo, e queste oscure
e gelide ombre invan lusingo. O piume
d’asprezza colme! O notti acerb’ e dure!

English.png English translation

O sleep, O that quiet child of peaceful,
fresh and shadowy night; O afflicted mortals'
comfort; sweet oblivion of ills
so grave they make life harsh and tedious,

give succor to my heart that, now waning and restless, languishes
and raise these frail and weary limbs.
Envelop me, O sleep, and spread
your dark wings over me.

Where is the silence which the day flees
and the light and gentle dreams
which leave no certain trace?

Alas in vain I call you, and these gloomy
and cold shadows in vain I entice: O plumes
with harshness filled, O hard and painful nights