Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
English Translations 
 
 
I am a young girl who laughs and sings,
for I am soon to be the bride of spring!

So sang my love, and straightaway my heart
thrilled into a wren, wings quivering:
I too am young, and in these still bare woods
my anthems praise, with tinkling bluebells
and toy-trumpetings of daffodils,
the buds of love that blossom in your eyes!

But even as it sang I saw inside her
something die, and where a warmth had been
there was a winter. If you are wise, she cried,
run from these flames, let their ash grow cold;
for in these eyes the love that you have seen
flowers not for you, but for another.


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