Io son sì stanco sotto'l fascio antico (Orlando di Lasso)

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  • (Posted 2018-07-02)   CPDL #50348:         
Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2018-07-02).   Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 432 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transposed up one note from E-phrygian. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.

General Information

Title: Io son sì stanco sotto'l fascio antico
Composer: Orlando di Lasso
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

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

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1583 in Madrigali: novamente composti a 5 voci (Orlando di Lasso).

Description: There are two parts. Lassus based a setting of the Nunc dimittis on this madrigal.

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Io son sì stanco sotto'l fascio antico,
De le mie colpe, e de l'usanza ria,
Ch'io temo forte di mancar tra via,
E di cader in man del mio nemico.

Ben venne a delivrarmi un grande amico,
Per somma et ineffabil cortesia,
Poi volò fuor de la veduta mia,
Si ch'a mirarlo indarno m'affatico.

Ma la sua voce ancor qua giu rimbomba,
O voi che travagliate ecco'l camino,
Venite a me s'el passo altri non serra.

Qual gratia qual amore o qual destino,
Mi dara penne in guisa di colomba,
Ch'i mi riposi e levimi da terra.
Sonetto 81
 

English.png English translation

I’m so wearied by the ancient burden,
of these faults of mine, and my sinful ways,
that I’ve a deep fear of erring on the road,
and falling into my enemy’s hands.

A great friend came to rescue me,
with noble and ineffable courtesy:
then flew away, far from my sight,
so that I strive to see him, but in vain.

But his voice still echoes down here:
‘Come unto me: all you that labour
behold the path, if no one blocks the way.’

What grace, what love, O what destiny
will grant me the wings of a dove,
to lift from the earth, and be at rest?
Translation A.S.Kline