Beautiful Ines, you were | Beautiful Ines, you were placed in the calm

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by Luís de Camões (c1524 - 1580)

Translation © by Andrew Schneider

Estavas, linda Inês, posta em sossego

Language: Portuguese (Português)

Our translations: ENG

Estavas, linda Inês, posta em sossego,
De teus anos colhendo doce fruto,
Naquele engano da alma, ledo e cego,
Que a fortuna não deixa durar muito,
Nos saudosos campos do Mondego,
De teus fermosos olhos nunca enxuto,
Aos montes ensinando e às ervinhas
O nome que no peito escrito tinhas.

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Text Authorship:

by Luís de Camões (c1524 - 1580), no title, appears in Os Lusíadas, in Canto III, no. 120 [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 José Guerra Vicente (1907 - 1976), "Estavas, linda Inês...", 1956, first performed 1962 [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Andrew Schneider) , "Beautiful Ines, you were", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2010-08-02
Line count: 8
Word count: 50

Beautiful Ines, you were

Language: English after the Portuguese (Português)

Beautiful Ines, you were placed in the calm
of the years you spent collecting sweet fruit,
in that trick which deceived your lithe and blind soul
(fortune does not permit bliss for long),
in the ever-wistful fields of Mondego,
the calm of your eyes, beauteous, yet never dry,
which teach the mountains and the young grass
the name that you keep written upon your breast.

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a text in Portuguese (Português) by Luís de Camões (c1524 - 1580), no title, appears in Os Lusíadas, in Canto III, no. 120
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This text was added to the website: 2018-06-04
Line count: 8
Word count: 65