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Gentle soul, please listen to my plea: | Gentle soul, please listen to my plea: | ||
Since you are my guide, my guiding star, | |||
I | As I implore you, now return to me – | ||
More lovely? No – more merciful by far. | More lovely? No – more merciful by far. | ||
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CPDL #22748: Other, Unknown
- Editor: Renato Calcaterra (submitted 2010-12-01). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 123 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The source (MusicXML) file is zipped.
General Information
Title: Alma ben nata
Composer: Philippe de Monte
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSAT
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1588
Description: Transcribed from the "Musica Divina di XIX autori illustri a IIII. V. VI et VII voci, nuovamente raccolta da Pietro Phalesio et data in luce in Anversa - 1588". The keys, time signatures, notes' values and accidentals are as in the original print. The C clefs are transposed to the G clef and to the modern Tenor clef. The accidental above the note is editorial.
External websites: http://img.kb.dk/ma/pre1700/waelrant/mus_div.pdf
Original text and translations
Italian text
Alma ben nata se mi duol & dolse
La subita partit’a voi nol dico,
Che ben sapete cio ch’amor mi tolse,
& per che so ch’in vano m’affatico
In chieder gratia al mio aversario antico:
Vi prego anima bella
Poi che mia guida sete e la mia stella
Che ritornat’homai
Piu bella no, ma piu pietosa assai.
English translation by Mick Swithinbank
Noble soul, your sudden leaving,
Though it pain me, think not I would say so.
What I lost through love, which caused my grieving
– In vain for mercy I beseech my ancient foe –
This and how it chanced, too well you know.
Gentle soul, please listen to my plea:
Since you are my guide, my guiding star,
As I implore you, now return to me –
More lovely? No – more merciful by far.