Cantan fra rami gli augelletti vaghi (Giovanni Matteo Asola)

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Editor: Allen Garvin (submitted 2015-01-11).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 85 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

Edition notes: Parts (including 2 transposed alternative versions) and source available at IMSLP.

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Title: Cantan fra rami gli augelletti vaghi
Composer: Giovanni Matteo Asola (c.1532-1609)^{create page}
Lyricist: Ludovico Ariosto from Orlando furioso, canto XXXV ottave 50-51.

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: SA

Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1587 in Madrigali a 2 voci da cantar in fuga

Description: Madrigal for 2 voices in canon.

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Original text and translations

Italian text

Cantan fra rami gli augelletti vaghi
azzurri e bianchi e verdi e rossi e gialli.
Murmuranti ruscelli e cheti laghi
di limpidezza vincono i cristalli.
Una dolce aura che ti par che vaghi
a un modo sempre e dal suo stil non falli,
facea si l'aria tremolar d'intorno,
che non potea noiar caldo del giorno:

E quella ai fiori, ai pomi e alla verdura
gli odor diversi depredando giva,
e di tutti faceva una mistura
che di soavita l'alma notriva.
Surgea un palazzo in mezzo alla pianura,
ch'acceso esser parea di fiamma viva:
tanto splendore intorno e tanto lume
raggiava, fuor d'ogni mortal costume.

English translation

Warble the wanton birds in verdant brake,
Azure, and red, and yellow, green and white.
The quavering rivulet and quiet lake
In limpid hue surpass the crystal bright.
A breeze, which with one breath appears to shake,
Aye, without fill or fall, the foliage light,
To the quick air such lively motion lends,
That Day's oppressive noon in nought offends;
And this, mid fruit and flower and verdure there,

Evermore stealing divers odours, went;
And made of those mixt sweets a medley rare,
Which filled the spirit with a calm content.
In the mid plain arose a palace fair,
Which seemed as if with living flames it brent.
Such passing splendour and such glorious light
Shot from those walls, beyond all usage bright.

by William Rose (1775-1843)