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Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me; On thy bosom let me rest. More I would, but death invades me: Death is now a welcome guest. When I am laid in earth, May my wrongs create No trouble in thy breast. Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.
- by Nahum Tate (1652 - 1715) [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 Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Dido's Lament", Z. 626 no. 37, from the opera [selections] Dido and Aeneas, no. 37. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Pilar Lirio) , title 1: "Lamento de Dido", copyright © 2004, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , title 1: "Lamentation de Didon", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , title 1: "Lamento di Didone", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Robert Garrigós) , title 1: "Lament de Dido", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Ta main, Belinda, l'obscurité me fait de l'ombre ; Sur ton sein, laisse-moi me reposer. Je voudrais plus, mais la mort m'envahit : La mort est maintenant une invitée bienvenue. Quand je serai couchée dans la terre, Que mes torts ne créent Aucun trouble dans ton sein. Souviens-toi de moi, mais ah ! oublie mon destin.
- Translation from English to French (Français) copyright © 2011 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.
This text was added to the website: 2011-03-29
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