Luci serene e chiare (Carlo Gesualdo)

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CPDL #18814:  Finale 2009

Editor: Kurt Pages (added 2009-01-22).    Score information: A4, 6 pages, 100 kB   Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: Based on CPDL #3842: Original voicing (SSATB), corrections in the lyrics. With German translation by the editor.

CPDL #16014:  MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer files

Editor: Brian Russell (added 2008-02-15).   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer. Some composers have separate pages available from their country of origin page.

• CPDL #3842: PDF, MIDI, & MUP files

Editor: Vincent Carpentier (added 2002-07-15).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 408 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL

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• CPDL #7487: PDF file

Editor: Fernando Gómez Jácome (added 2004-07-03).   Score information: A4, 5 pages   Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Luci serene e chiare
Composer: Carlo Gesualdo

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Ferrara, 1596

Description: Lyrics by Ridolfo Arlotti (End of 16th century)

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Original text and translations

Italian text

Luci serene e chiare,
Voi m'incendete, voi, ma prova il core
Nell'incendio diletto, non dolore.

Dolci parole e care,
Voi mi ferite, voi, ma prova il petto
Non dolor nella piaga, ma diletto.

O miracol d'Amore!
Alma che è tutta foco e tutta sangue
Si strugge e non si duol, more e non langue.

French translation

Yeux limpides et clairs,
Vous m'incendiez, mais dans cet incendie,
Le coeur ressent la joie, non la douleur.

Douces et chères paroles
Vous me blessez, mais mon sein ne sent pas
De douleur dans cette plaie, mais de la joie.

O miracle d'Amour!
L'âme, à feu et à sang,
Se détruit sans souffrir, et se meurt sans languir.


German translation by Kurt Pages

Heitere und klare Augen,
ihr entzündet mich, ihr, aber das Herz empfindet
in diesem Brand Vergnügen, keinen Schmerz.

Süße und teure Worte,
ihr verwundet mich, ihr, aber die Brust empfindet
keinen Schmerz an dieser Wunde, sondern Vergnügen.

O Wunder der Liebe!
Die Seele, ganz Feuer und ganz Blut,
verzehrt sich und ist nicht wehleidig, stirbt und seufzt nicht.