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Mentre solinga al tacito chiaror d'incerta luna Erro sul lido e dolgomi della crudel fortuna E accuso il ciel che barbaro ci dipartì quaggiù. Oh dimmi tu se pensi a me; dì se mi serbi fè? Io di tua sorte interrogo le spume fugitive E ai venti che sospirano fra l'alghe delle rive, E agl'astri che fulgenti ti mirano di lassù. A gli astri, ai venti, io parlo di te, sì, sì, di te O dimmi tu, o dimmi a chi parli di me così? Talor mi sembra intendere la voce tua nel grido dell'alcion che fabbrica alla compagna il nido. Tendo l'orecchio e... ahi, misera, Veggo che inganno ei fu. O dimmi tu, ti scende ancor un mio sospiro al cor? Sovvente in pura nuvola che all'orrizzonte albeggia Parmi che pari a un angiolo a me volar si veggia E a me le braccia stendere per non lasciarmi più -- Ah -- dimmi tu, Ah dì, se v'è Chi mi dipinga a te!
Text Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Giuseppe Poniatowski (1814 - 1873), "All'amante lontano" [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Laura Claycomb) , "To the far away lover", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Laura Claycomb
This text was added to the website: 2011-11-24
Line count: 19
Word count: 162
While alone in the silent light of a wavering moon I wander along the shore complaining of cruel fate And accuse heaven of having callously separated us here on earth. Oh! Tell me if you think of me and if you are still true. About your fate I question the flying flecks of foam, The winds that sigh amid the wrack on the shore And the stars that, shining, look on you from above. To the distant stars I speak of you, oh yes, of you. Oh tell me; to whom you speak of me in this way. Sometimes I seem to hear your voice in the cry Of the kingfisher building a nest for his mate. I prick up my ears and.. Alas! Realize I deceived myself. Oh tell me: does a sigh of mine still reach your heart? Often in the white clouds that appear on the horizon It seems that as an angel you fly towards me, And hold out your arms never to leave me again. Ah, tell me, ah, say if there is anything that conjures up an image of me for you!
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- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to English copyright © 2011 by Laura Claycomb, (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.
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Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
This text was added to the website: 2011-11-24
Line count: 19
Word count: 188