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Tempro la cetra, e per cantar gli onori Di Marte alzo talor lo stil e i carmi. Ma invan la tento e impossibil parmi Ch'ella già mai risoni altro ch'amore. Così pur tra l'arene e pur tra' fiori Note amorose Amor torna a dettarmi, Né vuol ch'io prend' ancora a cantar d'armi, Se non di quelle, ond'egli impiaga i cori. Or umil plettro a i rozzi accenti indegni, Musa, qual dianzi, accorda, in fin ch'al canto De la tromba sublime il Ciel ti degni. Riedi a i teneri scherzi, e dolce intanto Lo Dio guerrier, temprando i feri sdegni, In grembo a Citerea dorma al tuo canto.
Text Authorship:
- by Giambattista Marino (1569 - 1625) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Claudio Monteverdi (1567 - 1643), "Tempro la cetra", published 1619 [ chorus with instrumental ensemble (5) ], from Libro VII de madrigali, no. 1, madrigal
Score: IMSLP [external link]  [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "J'accorde ma lyre", copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Ich stimme die Lyra", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: John Versmoren
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 107
Ich stimme die Lyra. Um Mars zu lobpreisen, zuweilen ich höherer Kunst mich besinne; doch schlag' ich umsonst sie, nie wird sich's erweisen, dass je sie erklinge für andres denn Minne. So heißet mich Amor, in Lauben, auf Plätzen, nichts andres zu spielen als Cupidos Weise: er will nicht, dass andere Waffen ich preise als jene, mit denen er Herzen verletzet. Mit Demut, o Muse, wie einst, musiziere mit Zartheit und Würde, dass gleich der Posaune erhabenem Klange der Himmel dich ziere. Heb an dein zart' Spielen, dass Mars, Gott des Krieges, den Jähzorn bezähmend besänftigt mag schlafen zu deinem Gesange im Schoß Aphrodites.
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to German (Deutsch) copyright © 2007 by Bertram Kottmann, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you must ask the copyright-holder(s) directly for permission. If you receive no response, you must consider it a refusal.
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Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Giambattista Marino (1569 - 1625)
This text was added to the website: 2007-05-31
Line count: 14
Word count: 104
