Il furioso

Susanne un jour d'amour sollicitée
Par deux vieillards convoitant sa beauté
Fut en son cœur triste et déconfortée
Voyant l'effort fait à sa chasteté.
Elle leur dit : si par déloyauté
De ce corps mien vous avez jouissance,
C'est fait de moi ! Si je fais résistance,
Vous me ferez mourir en déshonneur:
Mais j'aime mieux périr en innocence
Que d'offenser par péché le Seigneur.

One day, Susanne's love was solicited
By two old men coveting her beauty.
She became sad and discomforted at heart,
Seeing the attempt on her chastity.
She said to them: 'If disloyally
From my body you take pleasure,
It is over with me! If I resist,
You would make me die in disgrace:
But I would rather perish in innocence,
Than offend the Lord by sin.

Standomi un giorno - Verse 2
Indi per alto mar vidi una nave,
Con le sarte di seta, e d’òr la vela,
Tutta d’avorio e d’ebeno contesta;
E il mar tranquillo, e l’aura era soave,
E il ciel qual è se nulla nube il vela,
Ella carca di ricca merce honesta:
Poi repente tempesta
Oriental turbò sí l’aer’e l’onde,
Che la nave percosse ad uno scoglio.
O che grave cordoglio,
Brev’or’ oppress’e poco spazio asconde,
L’alte ricchezze a null’altre seconde.

Then I saw a ship in the deep ocean,
with silken ropes, and golden sails,
the rest equal to ivory and ebony:
the sea was calm, and the breeze was gentle,
and the sky as when no cloud veils it,
and she carried a rich cargo of virtue:
then a sudden tempest
from the east churned air and waves,
so that the ship foundered on a reef.
Oh what a heavy sadness!
A brief hour conquered, a small space hid,
that noble treasure without a peer.

Madonna, per voi ardo
Et voi non me credete
Perche non pia quanto bella sete
Ogn’hora miro e guardo
Se tanta crudeltà cangiar volete.
Donna, non v’accorgete
Che per voi moro e ardo
Et per mirar vostra beltà infinita
Et voi sola servir bramo la vita.

My lady, I burn with love for you
And you do not believe it,
For you are not as kind as you are beautiful.
I look at you and admire you constantly.
If you wish to change this great cruelty,
Lady, are you unaware
That for you I die and burn?
And in order to admire your infinite beauty
And to serve you alone, I desire life.

Se da l’ardente humore,
onde son gl’occhi un fiume,
ardendo il core,
Amor, io resto in vita,
in questa acerba e dura dipartita.
Piangete, occhi, piangete,
e quanto co ‘l desio crescie l’ardore
tanto in voi, occhi miei, cresca l’humore.

If from the ardent humor,
of which the eyes are a river,
the heart is burning,
Love, I stay alive,
in this bitter and hard departure.
Weep, eyes, weep,
And as much as the ardor grows with desire
so much in you, my eyes, grows the humor.
Translation: Laurie Stras

Per pianto la mia carne si distilla,
Si com’ al sol la neve,
O com’ al vento si disfa la nebbia.
Né so che far mi debbia.
Hor pensate al mio mal, qual esser deve.

It melts away in tears, my flesh,
as snow in the sun
or as fog is dispersed by the wind;
and I just don’t know what to do with myself.
Now, think upon my pain, what it must be like.
Translation: Campelli, CPDL

Viver lieto voglio
Senza alcun cordoglio
La, la, la
Tu puoi restar Amor
De saettarmi il cor
Spendi i spungenti strali
Ove non paian frali
Nulla ti stimo o poco
E di te prendo gioco.
La, la, la.

I want to live happily
And without any pain.
La, la, la
Cupid, can you stop
Firing darts at my heart?
Use your stinging darts
Where they won’t be so weak.
I consider you little or nothing
And I make fun of you.
La, la, la.