Itene, o miei sospiri

Itene, o miei sospiri,
Precipitate'l volo
A lei che m’è cagion d’aspri martiri.
Ditele per pietà, del mio gran duolo.
Ch’ormai ella mi sia
Come bella ancor pia,
Che l’amaro mio pianto
Cangerò lieto in amoroso canto.
 
My sighs, may you wing your way to her
who is causing me bitter torment - Itene.
For pity's sake, tell her of my great suffering.
If she will be as merciful
as she is beautiful,
I shall cease my bitter lament
and sing a love song.

English translation by Mick Swithinbank at CPDL

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