Quand'io miro le rose (Luca Marenzio)

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Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2012-10-24).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 40 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

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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

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.

Translation by Mick Swithinbank
 

When I admire the roses
that nature placed in you,
and those that art
has sprewn on your lovely bosom,
I cannot tell
whether you are the roses, or the roses you.

Translation by Campelli