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'''Title:''' ''Questi ch’indizio fan del mio tormento''<br>
'''Title:''' ''Questi ch’indizio fan del mio tormento''<br>
{{Composer|Alessandro Striggio}}
{{Composer|Alessandro Striggio}}
{{Lyricist|2|Ludovico Ariosto|William Stewart Rose}} from ''Orlando Furioso'', canto 23 ottava 127.
{{Lyricist|2|Ludovico Ariosto|William Stewart Rose}} (translator) from ''Orlando Furioso'', canto 23 ottava 127.


{{Voicing|6|SSAATB}}<br>
{{Voicing|6|SSAATB}}<br>

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Title: Questi ch’indizio fan del mio tormento
Composer: Alessandro Striggio
Lyricists: Ludovico Ariosto and William Stewart Rose (translator) from Orlando Furioso, canto 23 ottava 127.

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSAATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1571 in Il secondo libro de madrigali a sei voci (Scotto press, Venice)

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Questi ch’indizio fan del mio tormento,
sospir non sono, né i sospir son tali.
Quelli han triegua talora; io mai non sento
che ’l petto mio men la sua pena esali.
Amor che m’arde il cor, fa questo vento,
mentre dibatte intorno al fuoco l’ali.
Amor, con che miracolo lo fai,
che ’n fuoco il tenghi, e nol consumi mai?

English.png English translation

No; these, which are the index of my woes,
These are not sighs, nor sighs are such; they fail
At times, and have their season of repose:
I feel, my breast can never less exhale
Its sorrow: Love, who with his pinions blows
The fire about my heart, creates this gale.
Love, by what miracle does thou contrive,
It wastes not in the fire thou keep'st alive?

by William Stewart Rose (1775-1843)