Emma Kirkby - Ohimè ch`io cado (Claudio Monteverdi) | Текст песни

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• Ohimè ch`io cado (Claudio Monteverdi)

Ohimè, ch’io cado ohimè, ch’inciampo ancora il piè come pria
E la sfiorita mia caduta speme
pur di novo rigar con fresco lacrimar hor mi conviene.

Lasso, del vecchio ardor conosco l’orme ancor dentro nel petto
Ch’ha rotto il vago aspetto e i guardi amanti
Lo smalto adamantin ond’armarò il meschin pensier gelati.

Folle, credev’io pur d’aver schermo sicur da un nudo arciero
E pur io si guerriero hor son codardo
ne vaglio sostener il colpo lusignier d’un solo squardo.

O campion immortal sdegno come si fral hor fugge indietro
A sott’armi di vetro incanto errante
m’hai condotto infedel contro spada crudel d’aspro diamante

O come sa punir tirann’amor l’ardir d’alma rubella
Una dolce favella, un seren volto,
un vezzoso mirar sogliono rilegar un cor disciolto.

Occhi belli ah se fu sempre bella virtù giusta pietade
Deh voi non mi negate il guardo e’l riso
che mi sia la prigion per si bella cagion il paradiso.

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Alas for me, I tumble down, alas for me,
my foot slips again
just as it did before.
and my lost
and withering hope
must I
once again water
with fresh tears.

Of this old passion
I again feel
in my heart,
now that a beautiful face has broken,
as well as the loved glances
the hard enamel of these icy thoughts
with which I, the unfortunate
have armed myself.

I was fool enough to think
I should have a sure shield
against the naked archer.
and yet I who am so warrior-like,
what a coward I am
I will not endure
the enticing blow
of a single glance.

O immortal champion
I am angry how so weak
You are fleeing;
like an enchanted man who has lost his way
in glass armour, you have led me
disloyal one against a sword
made of hard diamond.

How powerfully punishes
tyrannous love the daring
of a rebellious soul,
a kind word. a serene face, a charming wonderment
can tie again
a liberated heart.

Eyes, beauteous eyes if for you
virtue has always been fair,
and mercy true
Oh, do not deny me
the glance and the laughter;
so that my prison
on such a beautiful ground
should become a paradise.

(trans. Maria Steiner)

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