Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
English Translations 
 
 
Your lovely eyes bless everything they see
and with one glance, what is seen seems changed.
Look at the wind, you whisper and the trees
calm and the long grass rises on its stems;
and when you say The night is lovely, the shore
stills as though while tilting back in bliss
the moon forgot its tides. My darling, stare

one dawn unflinching on the sun, I swear
the birds that day will soar in different skies.
Yet there remain two things that cannot change:
the suffering and the grief within my eyes,
and the knowing that when you were born
with a soul so cruel and so unkind,
my heart was cursed to love you and to die.

 

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