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Luci belle, deh, ditemi perché sempre altere e dispietate vi mostrate non curando amor e fé. Formò Fallari tiranno contro i rei fiero istromento, pur alfin nell'empio inganno breve morte era il tormento. Io solo, ahi lasso, per più cruda sorte con perpetuo penar provo la morte. Or voi arbitre siate al mio dolore se nel regno d'amore più infelice amator vi sia di me. Là nel regno de' tormenti dolce suon d'ismaria cetra sin da' cerberi frementi pure alfin pietade impetra; io, fatto esempio a' sfortunati amanti, spargo invano sospir, accenti e pianti. Or dunque al mio pregar sorde e rubelle, ho da dir, crude stelle, che nel ciel di beltà pietà non v'è.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Barbara Strozzi (1619 - 1677), "Luci belle, deh, ditemi perchè", op. 8 no. 7, published 1664 [ soprano, continuo ], from Arie, no. 7, Francesco Magni, called Gardano, Venice [sung text checked 1 time]
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- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Beaux yeux, oh, dites-moi pourquoi", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-20
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Beaux yeux, oh, dites-moi pourquoi toujours hautains et sans pitié vous vous montrez, ne vous souciant pas d'amour ni de foi. Le tyran Phalaris créa un instrument cruel pour les coupables mais à la fin dans une ruse cruelle, le tourment était une mort brève. Moi seul, hélas, par un sort plus cruel, dans une douleur perpétuelle j'éprouve la mort. Soyez juges de ma souffrance, dans le royaume de l'amour dites-moi s'il y a un amant plus malheureux. Là dans le royaume des tourments, le doux son de la harpe de Thrace fait taire les grognements de Cerbère pour qu'à la fin la pitié règne. Moi, exemple pour les amants infortunés, je répands en vain soupirs, plaintes et larmes. Puisque à ma prière vous restez sourdes et intraitable, cruelles étoiles, je dois donc dire que dans le ciel de la beauté il n'y a pas de pitié.
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- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to French (Français) copyright © 2017 by Guy Laffaille, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Gaudenzio Brunacci (1631 - 1667)
This text was added to the website: 2017-07-19
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