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Editor: Phillip Grow (submitted 2008-12-04).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 15 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Quand'io miro le rose
Composer: Luca Marenzio
Lyricist: Angelo Grillo

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1598

Description: Editio princeps: Venice, Antonio Gardano, 1598. Dedication by the composer to Ferrante Gonzaga, Prince of Molfetta and Lord of Guastalla. Venice, October 20, 1598. Text: Angelo Grillo, alias Livio Celiano, in Rime di diversi celebri poeti dell’età nostra, edited by G.B. Licino, Bergamo, C. Ventura, 1587

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Quand'io miro le rose
ch'in voi natura pose
e quelle che v'ha l'arte
nel vago seno sparte,
non so conoscer poi
se voi le rose o sian le rose voi.

English.png English translation

by Mick Swithinbank
When I look upon the roses with which nature has blessed you
and those which art has scattered upon your graceful breast,
I cannot tell whether it is you that are the roses
or the roses that are you.