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Quante dirne si de' non si può dire

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Quante dirne si de' non si può dire,
chè troppo agli orbi il suo splendor s'accese:
Biasmar si può più 'l popol che 'l offese,
c'al suo men pregio ogni maggior salire.

Questo discese a' merti del fallire,
per l'util nostro, e poi a Dio ascese:
E le porte che 'l ciel non gli contese,
la patria chiuse al suo guisto desire.

Ingrata, dico, e della suo fortuna
a suo danno nutrice; ond' è ben segnio,
c' a' più perfetti abonda di più guai.

Fra mille altre ragion sol ha quest' una:
Se par non ebbe il suo esilio indegnio,
simil uom nè maggior non naqque mai.


Translation(s): CAT ENG FRE GER RUS

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  • Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Abram Efros (1888 - 1954) CAT ENG GER FRE by Dmitri Dmitriyevich Shostakovich.

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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:41
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Как будто чтим, а все же честь мала

Language: Russian (Русский) after the Italian (Italiano)

Как будто чтим, а все же честь мала.
Его величье взор наш ослепило.
Что чернь корить за низкое мерило,
Когда пуста и наша похвала!

Он ради нас сошел в обитель зла;
Господне царство лик ему явило;
Но дверь, что даже небо не закрыло,
Пред алчущим отчизна заперла.

Неблагодарная! Себе на горе
Ты длила муки сына своего;
Так совершенству низость мстит от века,

Один пример из тех, которых - море!
Как нет подлей изгнания его,
Так мир не знал и выше человека.


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Text added to the website: 2008-10-03.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:02:57
Line count: 14
Word count: 81