by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
O Dafni che di quest' anima
Language: Italian (Italiano)
O Dafni che di quest' anima
amabile diletto,
con quelle luci languide,
con quelle luci languide
non mi guardar così, non mi guardar,
non mi guardar così.
Tu mi raddoppi in petto
lo stral che mi ferì,
tu mi raddoppi in petto
tu mi raddoppi in petto
lo stral che mi ferì.
Dal più veloce palpito
mi balsail core, oh dio,
accesa è tutta l'anima,
accesa è tutta l'anima
d'un fuoco agitator, du'un fuoco,
d'un fuoco agitator.
Non mi guardar, ben mio,
o morirò d'amor,
non mi guardar, ben mio,
o morirò d'amor.
Dal primo istante, oh Dafni,
ch'io ti conobbi, oh dio,
con quello sguardo tenero,
con quello sguardo tenero
che il core mi ferì,
che il core, il core,
il core mi ferì.
Non mi guardar, ben mio,
non mi guardar così,
non mi guardar, ben mio,
non mi guardar così!
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- ENG English (Michael Berridge) , "O Daphne, this soul's dear delight", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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O Daphne, this soul's dear delight
Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)
O Daphne, this soul's
dear delight,
with those wistful eyes,
with those wistful eyes
do not look at me so, do not look at me,
do not look at me so.
You redouble in my breast
the shaft that wounded me,
you redouble in my breast,
you redouble in my breast
the shaft that wounded me.
With the swiftest of beats
my heart pounds, oh my god,
inflamed is all my soul,
inflamed is all my soul
with a blazing fire, with a fire,
with a blazing fire.
Do not look at me, my sweet,
or I shall die of love,
do not look at me, my sweet,
or I shall die of love.
From the first moment, Daphne,
that I knew you, oh my god,
with that tender gaze,
with that tender gaze
that tore my heart apart,
that tore my heart, my heart,
tore my heart apart.
Do not look at me, my sweet,
do not look at me so,
do not look at me, my sweet,
do not look at me so!
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