My lady Renzuola | My lady Renzuola

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by Alberto Donaudy (1880 - 1941)

Translation © by Gretchen Armacost

Madonna Renzuola

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Our translations: ENG

Madonna Renzuola,
prendete l'orcetto,
venite alla fonte,
chè grande è il diletto
di stare aspettando che l'acqua zampilli
fra i villici idilli
che intrecciansi là.

Chi sa non sentiate
che pene ho nel cor,
vedendo e ascoltando parlare d'amor...
Niun'altra speranza più viver mi fa!

Lasciate lo specchio,
venite in guarnello,
le treccie disciolte,
senz'ombra d'orpello;
vedrete a quant'altre delizie
c'invita la semplice vita dei campi
 e...chi sa?

Text Authorship:

by Alberto Donaudy (1880 - 1941) [author's text not yet checked 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 Stefano Donaudy (1879 - 1925), "Madonna Renzuola", published <<1918, from 36 Arie di Stile Antico, no. 24. [
text verified 1 time
]

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

ENG English (Gretchen Armacost) , title 1: "My lady Renzuola", copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Stuart Price

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 68

My lady Renzuola

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

 My lady Renzuola,
 Take the pitcher,
 Come to the fountain,
 For great is the delight
 To stand waiting for the water to spurt out
 Among the idyllic peasants
 That mingle there.... 
 
 Who knows -- you may not feel
 That I have pains in my heart,
 Seeing and listening to talk of love... 
 No other hope makes me live any more! 
 
 Leave your mirror,
 Come in your petticoat,
 Your tresses loosed,
 Without a trace of ornament;
 You will see to how many other delights
 The simple life of the fields invites us,
 And... who knows?

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a text in Italian (Italiano) by Alberto Donaudy (1880 - 1941)
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 18
Word count: 94