Holy Angel, who heals my wounds | Holy Angel, who heals my wounds

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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

Translation © by David Wyatt

Ange divin, qui mes playes embâme

(Sung text for setting by G. Boni)

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Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Ange divin, qui mes playes embâme,
Le truchement et le heraut des dieux,
De quelle porte es-tu coulé des cieux,
Pour soulager les peines de mon ame ?
 
Toy quand la nuit par le penser m'enflame,
Ayant pitié de mon mal soucieux,
Or' dans mes bras, ores dedans mes yeux,
Tu fais noüer l'idole de ma Dame.
 
Las! où fuis-tu ?  arreste encore un peu :
Que vainement je me soye repeu
De ce beau corps dont l'appétit me ronge,
 
Et de ces yeux qui me font trespasser ;
Sinon d'effet, souffre au moins que par songe
Toute une nuit je les puisse embrasser.

Composition:

Guillaume Boni

Sonnets de Pierre de Ronsard mis en musique à 4 parties, II

Text Authorship:

by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title

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ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Holy Angel, who heals my wounds", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2015-02-26
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Word count: 105

Holy Angel, who heals my wounds

(Sung text translation for setting by G. Boni)

See original

Language: English after the French (Français)

Holy Angel, who heals my wounds,
The intermediary and herald of the gods,
From which of heaven’s gates did you slip
To lighten the pains of my soul?
 
When night-thoughts inflame me, you
Have pity on my anxious woes :
Now in my arms, now within my eyes
Binding the image of my Lady.
 
Ah, where are you rushing to? Stay just a little
That vainly I may look my fill
On that lovely body, hunger for which gnaws me,
 
And those beautiful eyes which make me die.
If not in reality, at least let me in dreams
Kiss them a whole night long.

Note: this is a translation of Boni and Castro's versions.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-02-26
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