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Title: Io son ferito hai lasso
Composer: Giovanni Francesco Capuano
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Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAT

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1574 in Il primo libro delle villanelle, no. 19
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Io son ferito hai lasso e chi mi diede,
poi che chieder soccorso non mi giova,
accusar pur vorrei ma non ho prova.

E senza indicio al mal non si da fede
ne getta sangue la mia piaga nova
pero l'accusa star non pote à prova.

Io pasmo e moro il colpo non si vede
e ben che'l mal ogn' hor piu si rinova,
la mia nemic'armata non si trova.

Che fia tornar a lei crudel partito,
e pur d'andarci Amor mi face ardito,
che sol mi po sanar chi m'ha ferito.

English.png English translation

 I am hurt, alas, but can not tell who hurt me,
Asking for help doesn't help me,
Fain would I accuse but I have no proof

Without indicating the disease, who can have hope of healing
My plague anew sheds blood
But then I can not stand to prove it

I pass and die, though the blow is unseen
And every hour my malady is renewed
but My armed enemy can not be found

Let her return, to him from whom she cruelly parted
or to go there, Love, make me bold enough
Only the one can heal me who did hurt me.