Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
English Translations 
 
 
Away from you, my darling, dreams of pain,
of tenderness and love torment my soul.
Though your absence is the lightless hour
when the world has sunk so deep into the well
of night it seems that it can never rise,
you are the flinging of the first few coins
of song into the dark whose scattered lights
fire the great engines of the dawn.
Return to me, oh please my love return,
and if the stars ordain I suffer even
when I’m in your arms, then may your eyes
become like suns rising in the heavens
of your face so that in bliss I burn
and burning, fade from you in crimson skies.

 

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