Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
English Translations 
 
         
           For if, as I believe, you really love me
            despite the counsel of the jealous world,
            just as the winds are gathered by the tree,
            your sufferings are drawn towards my soul;
            and there I tend them so they multiply
            and root in to my heart, and then my mind
            till tears run in my veins, I breathe your sighs,
            and all your sorrow and your grief is mine.
            Look at me now; what is in your heart?
            What anxieties are there? What fears?
            For I am walking in the freezing rain
            calling and calling to you through the storm,
            although I know you cannot hear my cries
            and your name will vanish with the winds.

 

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