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Ecco di dolci raggi il sol armato

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Ecco di dolci raggi il sol armato
Del verno saettar la stagion florida.
Di dolcissim'amor inebriato,
Dorme tacito vento in sen di Clorida.
Tal'hor però, lascivo e odorato
Ondeggiar tremolar fa l'herba florida;
L'aria, la terra, il ciel spiran amore:
Arda dunque d'amor, arda ogni core!

Io, ch'armato sin hor d'un duro gelo,
Degli assalti d'amor potei difendermi;
Né l'infocato suo pungente telo
Poté l'alma passar o 'l petto offendermi.
Hor che il tutto si cangia al novo cielo,
(A due begli occhi ancor non dovea rendermi!)
Sì si disarma il solito rigore:
Arda dunque d'amor, arda il mio core!


Translation(s): FRE

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Voici le soleil armé des doux rayons", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Text added to the website: 2011-10-31.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:40
Line count: 16
Word count: 100

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Voici le soleil armé des doux rayons

Language: French (Français) after the Italian (Italiano)

Voici le soleil armé des doux rayons
Du printemps qu'il lance sur la saison des fleurs.
Enivré d'un très doux amour,
Silencieusement le vent dort sur le sein de Cloride.
Cependant parfois, lascif et odorant,
Il fait ondoyer et trembler l'herbe fleurie ;
L'air, la terre, le ciel exhalent l'amour :
Donc que brûle d'amour, que brûle chaque cœur !

Moi qui alors étais armé d'un dur gel,
Je pouvais me défendre des assauts de l'amour ;
Mais avec sa flèche brûlante et piquante,
Il peut traverser mon âme et blesser mon cœur.
Maintenant que tout change au nouveau ciel,
(À de beaux yeux, je ne dois me rendre encore !)
Ainsi la rigueur habituelle  se désarme :
Donc que brûle d'amour, que brûle chaque cœur !


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Text added to the website: 2019-02-07.
Last modified: 2019-02-07 05:04:21
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Word count: 127