Cara la vita mia (Giaches de Wert)

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General Information

Title: Cara la mia vita
Composer: Giaches de Wert

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SATTB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1558 in Il primo libro de madrigali a cinque voci, no. 8
    2nd published: 1583 in Musica divina di 19 autori illustri, no. 22
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Cara la mia vita
Egi’è pur vero ch’altra fiamma d’amor
Non v’ars il petto in tanto tempo
Si turbat’ e fiero.
Poi che con gl'occh’io veggio
l’aria suave e’l bel sereno volto
E con l’orecchi ascolto
tante care d’amor dolce parole
Che fum’ al mondo sole
Per adolcir d’ogni mio crud’ aspetto
E quel che brami sempr’ è quel ch’io chiegio
Nelle mie bracc’ io godo
E col gioire
tempro l’aspra cagion
del mio martire.

German.png German translation

Liebste, mein Leben, es ist wohl wahr,
daß keine Flamme als die der Liebe,
so verzehrend und wild brennt.
Dann sehe ich mit den Augen
die süsse Luft und das heitere Antlitz
und mit den Ohren höre ich viele süsse Liebesschwüre,
die nur dazu in der Welt bestehen,
um meine dunklen Seiten zu versüssen
Und das, was du begehrst
und ich erbitte in meinen Armen,
das geniesse ich
und bezähme alle bittere Ursache meines Martyriums.