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Editor: Michael Suissa (submitted 2009-02-11).   Score information: A4, 14 pages, 270 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Ardo, avvampo, mi struggo, ardo: accorrete
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi

Number of voices: 8vv   Voicing: SSAATTBB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: 2 violins, Basso continuo
Published: 8th Book of Madrigals

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Ardo, ardo avvampo mi struggo; accorrete,
vicini, amici, all'infiammato loco
al ladro, al ladro, al tradimento, al foco;
scale, accette, martelli, acqua prendete;
e voi torri sacrate, anco tacete;
su, su, bronzi, ch'io dal gridar son roco;
dite il periglio altrui non lieve o poco,
e degl'incendi miei pietà chiedete.
Son due belli occhi il ladro, e seco amore
l'incendiario che l'inique faci
dentro la rocca m'avventò del core:
ecco, i rimedi omai vani e fallaci.
Mi dice ogn'un per si beato ardore:
lascia, che'l cor s'incenerisca, e taci.


English.png English translation

I burn, I burn, in flames I melt; come here,
Neighbours, friends, to the flaming place
Theft, theft, betrayal, fire;
Bring ladders, axes, hammers, water;
And you sacred (bell) towers, you are still;
Come on, bronze (bells), that I am hoarse from crying;
Tell everybody about the danger, not small or little,
And ask for pity for my fires.
Two beautiful eyes are the thief; and with them Love
That the unrighteous sparkles
Threw into the fortress of my heart:
Alas, now remedies are vain and bound to fail.
Everyone tells me for such a happy burning:
Let your heart become ashes, and be silent!