by Carlo Milanuzzi (c1590 - c1647)
Translation © by Geart van der Meer

Sì dolce è'l tormento
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Our translations:  CAT DUT FRE FRI GER
Si dolce è'l tormento
Ch'in seno mi sta,
Ch'io vivo contento
Per cruda beltà.
Nel ciel di bellezza 
S'accreschi fierezza
Et manchi pietà:
Che sempre qual scoglio 
All'onda d'orgoglio 
Mia fede sarà.

La speme fallace
Rivolgam' il piè.
Diletto ne pace 
Non scendano a me.
E l'empia ch'adoro
Mi nieghi ristoro
Di buona mercè:
Tra doglia infinita,
Tra speme tradita
Vivrà la mia fè.

Per foco e per gelo 
Riposo non hò.
Nel porto del Cielo
Riposo haverò.
Se colpo mortale
Con rigido strale
Il cor m'impiagò,
Cangiando mia sorte
Col dardo di morte 
Il cor sanerò.

Se fiamma d'amore
Già mai non sentì
Quel riggido core 
Ch'il cor mi rapì,
Se nega pietate
La cruda beltate
Che l'alma invaghì:
Ben fia che dolente,
Pentita e languente
Sospirimi un dì.

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Robert Garrigós) , "Tant dolç és el turment", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) (Geart van der Meer) , "Zo zoet is de kwelling", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Si doux est le tourment", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRI Frisian (Geart van der Meer) , "Sa swiet is de pine", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "So süß ist die Qual", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 40
Word count: 130

Sa swiet is de pine
Language: Frisian  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Sa swiet is de pine
Dy't mij brânt yn 't moed,
Har skientme allinne 
Te sjen is mij goed.
Yn 't ryk fan de skientme
Is wredens foarstinne
En ken gjin waarm hert.
Mar trou wol ik bliuwe,
Hoe't weagens ek kliuwe,
Myn trou wankelt net.

Lit falske ferwachting
Ferlitte myn siel,
Lit freugde en wille 
Untgean mij alhiel.
Lit no mar dy wrede
Mij roovje myn frede,
Myn moai loftkastiel:
Lit einleaze smerte,
Tegnjirdzje myn herte - 
Fan har bliuw 'k alhiel. 

Yn kjeld en yn gleonte 
Haw ik nea gjin rêst.
Allinne de himel 
Jout rêst mij op 't lêst.
Lit pylken mij reitsje,
Dat ik de dea smeitsje
Hiel djip yn it hert,
Dy dea sil 'k ûntwine,
Want lykwols sil tine 
Myn leafde yn smert.

As nea net de flamme 
Fan leafde field is
Troch wa't ik myn amme
En hert sa slim mis --
As mij dan net gund wurdt
Ien myld en begeard wurd
Troch dy't myn hert stiel:
Lit ienris yn pine
En spyt dan ferkwine 
Har smachtsjende siel.

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This text was added to the website: 2013-06-03
Line count: 40
Word count: 174