Canzon, se l'esser meco (Orlando di Lasso)

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• (Posted 2018-08-16)  CPDL #50884:         

Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2018-08-16).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 176 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• (Posted 2017-01-27)  CPDL #42834:         

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• (Posted 2008-02-18)  CPDL #16109:         

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• (Posted 2007-09-06)  CPDL #14831:     

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General Information

Title: Canzon se l'esser meco
Composer: Orlando di Lasso
Lyricist: Francesco Petrarca

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicings: TTBB or TTTT
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1584 in Continuation du mellange, no. 17
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Original text and translations

Italian text Canzon, se l'esser meco dal matino a la sera t'à fatto di mia schiera, tu non vorrai mostrarti in ciascun loco; et d'altrui loda curerai sí poco, ch'assai ti fia pensar di poggio in poggio come m'à concio il foco di questa viva petra, ov'io m'appoggio. Canzoniere 50 (last part)

German translation Kanzone, die von frühe bis spät du bei mir weiltest und meine Schmerzen teiltest: Zu zeigen dich der Welt wirst du nicht wagen, und kannst dem Lob der Hörer gern entsagen; dir ziemt, von Berg zu Berge still zu wallen, voll Schmerz, dass unsre Klagen an ihren Felsenherzen leer verhallen.

English translation Song, if being with me from dawn to evening has made you of my company, you’ll not wish to show yourself everywhere: and you’ll care so little for other’s praise, it’s enough for you to take thought, from hill to hill, of how I’m scorched by fire from this living stone, on which I lean. Translation by Anthony S. Kline ©