by Felice Romani (1788 - 1865)
Translation © by Anne Evans

Oh! se tu fossi meco
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Oh! se tu fossi meco
Sulla barchetta bruna,
Che al raggio della luna
Vedi pel mar fuggir!

Oh! se tu fossi meco,
Ti rapirei, mio Bene,
Alle infelici arene
Dove dobbiam languir.

Soli [per l'ampio]1 seno
Dell'Oceán [dormente]2,
Soli del ciel tacente
Sotto l'immenso vel,

Libero pianto almeno
Sparger potremmo [uniti]3,
[Lamenti non traditi
Da testimon crudel]4.

E in rammentar gli orrori
Di questa vita oscura,
La tua, la mia sventura,
Ed il commun soffrir;

Stancati vïatori,
Noi chiederemmo al mare,
O porto per posare,
O abisso per morir.

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Confirmed with Liriche del Cavalier Felice Romani, Volume 2, Napoli, Tipografia di Francesco Saverio Tornese, 1858, page 37.

1 Glinka, Hiller: "sull'ampio"
2 Glinka: "gemente"
3 Glinka: "lamenti"
4 Hiller: "lamenti non uditi/ da testimon crudel,/ non traditi"


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  • ENG English (Anne Evans) , "Desire", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Language: English  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Oh, if only you were with me
on the dark boat
so you could see the rays of the moon
slipping away over the sea!

Ah, if you were with me
I would kidnap you, my darling
and take you from the unhappy places 
where we might languish.

Alone on the wide ranging bosom 
of the moaning ocean,               
alone under the immense veil 
of the  silent sky.
Free ... at least I can cry,                     
scattering and carrying our laments,
laments not giving away 
a cruel Fate.

And recalling the horrors
of this dark life,
your misfortune and mine ...
and our mutual suffering ...

Like tired travellers,
we would ask the sea 
or harbour to lay us down
in the abyss to die.


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This text was added to the website: 2006-12-07
Line count: 24
Word count: 123