Come, sable night (John Ward)

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General Information

Title: Come, sable night
Composer: John Ward

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSATTB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

Come, sable night, put on thy mourning stole,
and help Amyntas sadly to condole.
Behold, the sun hath shut his golden eye,
the day is spent, and shades fair lights supply.
All things in sweet repose
their labours close;
Only Amyntas wastes his hours in wailing,
whilst all his hopes do faint, and life is failing.

German.png German translation

Komm, schwarze Nacht, leg an den Trauerschal,
und hilf Amyntas klagen seine Qual,
denn sieh‘, der Sonne gülden Aug‘ verblich,
der Tag verging, das Licht den Schatten wich,
und all’s in süßem Ruh’n
beschließt sein Tun.
Einzig Amyntas sich in Jammern wieget,
da Hoffnung schwindet, Lebenskraft versieget.

Translation by Gerhard Weydt