Gioite voi col canto

Gioite voi col canto,
Mentre piango e sospiro,
Né dal mio lagrimar punto respiro.
Ahi, misero mio core,
Nato sol al dolore,
Piangi, ma piangi tanto
Che vinta dal tuo pianto
Sia la mia donna, e poi rivedi in lei
Gli affanni e i dolor miei.
 
Take pleasure in singing, all of you,
while I weep and sigh
and, tormented by my own tears, cannot even breathe.
Alas, my wretched heart,
born only for distress,
weep, but weep to such a point
that my lady is won over by your complaint.

English translation by Mick Swithinbank at CPDL

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2009-06-23, Christian Mondrup, Werner Icking Music Archive