Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
English Translations 
 
           
          Lie with me beneath the olive tree
            and there my love give me your mouth’s dark flower.
            Let your tongue explore mine like the bee,
            leave upon my lips a smear of nectar.
            Let down your hair; bend your body's bough, 

          allow yourself to ripen in my warmth.

            Urge my hands to ramble in your garden,
            encourage me to try its curious scent. 
            Mouth, kisses, tongue
let me die! 

            And as the bliss builds to the brink of pain
            and your soul begins to rage and sigh,
            perish with you in this shadowed heaven
            where the silver leaves shall let us lie
            all night, hidden from the wild moon. 
   

 

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