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Eco [de'miei]1 lamenti, Cetra fedel, che tenti? Spiegare il mio dolore Non può lo stesso amore. Flebil tu cedi invano All'ingegnosa mano, Querele imiti e pianti Con le corde tremanti. Rispondi a'miei sospiri Con replicati giri; Ma quei, che rende il suono I miei sospir non sono. [Fille l'amato]2 bene Lungi è da [queste arene]3; Spiegare il mio dolore Non puó lo stesso Amore.
Confirmed with Poesie di Giovanni Fantoni toscano fra gli Arcadi Labindo, Pisa, 1800, page 188.1 Glinka: "di miei"
2 Glinka: "Fini amato"
3 Glinka: "questa sirene"
- by Giovanni Fantoni (1755 - 1807), "Alla cetra" [author's text checked 1 time 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 Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka (1804 - 1857), "Alla cetra", from Due Canzonette Italiane, no. 2, also set in Russian (Русский) [ sung text checked 1 time]
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- Also set in Russian (Русский), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist ENG ; composed by Mikhail Ivanovich Glinka.
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- ENG English (Michael Berridge) , "To the lyre", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2003-11-02
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Echo of my laments, faithful lyre, what are you attempting? Explaining my suffering is beyond the power of love itself. Dolefully you yield in vain to the practised hand imitating plaints and sobs with your trembling strings. You respond to my sighs with elaborate turns, but as a bringer of sleep my sighs will not serve. Forget the loved one, great is the distance from this siren, explaining my suffering is beyond the power of love itself.
Note: this is a translation of Glinka's version.
- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to English copyright © 2017 by Michael Berridge, (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.
This text was added to the website: 2017-11-08
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