La vita fugge e non s'arresta un'ora
Language: Italian (Italiano)
La vita fugge e non s'arresta un'ora:
E la morte vien dietro a gran giornate;
E le cose presenti e le passate
Mi danno guerra, e le future ancora.
E 'l rimembrar e l'aspettar m'accora
Or quinci or quindi sì, che 'n veritate,
Se non ch'i' ho di me stesso pietate,
I' sarei già di questi pensier fôra.
Tornami avanti s'alcun dolce mai
Ebbe 'l cor tristo; e poi dall'altra parte
Veggio al mio navigar turbati i venti:
Veggio fortuna in porto, e stanco omai
Il mio nocchier, e rotte àrbore e sarte,
E i lumi bei, che mirar soglio, spenti.
R. de Lassus sets lines 1-8
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ferenc Farkas (1905 - 2000), "Sonetto CCLXXII", 1993, copyright © 1996 [ voice and piano ], from Orpheus respiciens, no. 2, Ascolta Publishing [sung text not yet checked]
- by Roland de Lassus (1532 - 1594), "La vita fugge", lines 1-8 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Marcelle de Manziarly (1899 - 1989), "In morte di Madonna Laura : La vita fugge", 1959 [ baritone and piano ], from Sonnets de Pétrarque pour baryton et piano, no. 3 [sung text not yet checked]
- by Ildebrando Pizzetti (1880 - 1968), "La vita fugge e non s'arresta un'ora", from Tre sonetti del Petrarca: In morte di Madonna Laura, no. 1 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (A. S. Kline) , no title, copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Francisque Reynard)
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Line count: 14
Word count: 101
Life flies, and never stays an hour
Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)
Life flies, and never stays an hour,
and death comes on behind with its dark day,
and present things and past things
embattle me, and future things as well:
and remembrance and expectation grip my heart,
now on this side, now on that, so that in truth,
if I did not take pity on myself,
I would have freed myself already from all thought.
A sweetness that the sad heart knew
returns to me: yet from another quarter
I see the storm-winds rattling my sails:
I see no chance of harbour, and my helmsman
is weary now, and my masts and ropes are broken,
and the beautiful stars, I used to gaze on, quenched.
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Line count: 14
Word count: 114