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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Voi Che Sapete...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many levels interface to sing<br>A magic tune which links heart, mind, may chart<br>Unexplored hope's map as, à la carte, <br>Dreams complement sole soul-search, somehow bring<br>Exquisite happiness to everything.<br>Mundanity shines gilt, guilt shed, - fresh start<br>As 'Art for Art's sake' links two held apart, <br>United parts sews destiny whose spring<br>Draws threads together, weaving spells to string<br>EMotions into wave bands Cupid's dart<br>Arrows over buttressed walled rampart, <br>Under defensive moats, to salve Time's sting.<br>Dew laden wings may greet new dawn, find flight, <br>Enchantment conjur, bearing trust's true light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Author notes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though Lorenzo da Ponte's 1749-1838 libretto Voi che sapete aria for Mozart's Nozze di Figaro has been well known since composition, what may be less understood that its original words may be traced to at least late 16th century England, and that variations on the theme suggest English as well as French sources. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Two lines shall tell the grief<br>That I by love sustain: <br>I burn, I flame, I faint, I freeze, <br>Of Hell I feel the pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Barnabe GOOGE 1540_1594</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two lines shall teach you how<br>To purchase ease anew: <br>Let reason rule, where love did reign, <br>And idle thoughts eschew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>George TURBERVILLE 1540_1610 <br>Parody Barnabe GOOGE 1540_1594 - Love<br>____________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lorenzo da Ponte's 1749-1838 libretto </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Voi che sapete che cosa è amor<br>donne, vedete s'io l'ho nel cor.<br>Quello ch'io provo, vi ridirò<br>e per me nuovo, capir no'l sò.<br>Sento un affetto pien di desir<br>ch'ora è diletto, ch'ora è martir.<br>Gelo, e poi sento l'alma avvampar<br>e in un momento torno a gelar.<br>Ricerco un bene fuori di me<br>non sò chi'l tiene, non sò cos'è.<br>Sospiro e gemo senza voler<br>palpito e tremo senza saper.<br>Non trovo pace notte nè di<br>ma pur mi piace languir così.<br>Voi che sapete che cosa è amor<br>donne vedete s'io l'ho nel cor; <br>Donne vededte s'io l'ho nel cor<br>donne vedete s'io l'ho nel cor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">___________</div><div style="margin:10px 0">English Translation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me what love is, what can it be<br>What is this yearning burning me? <br>Can I survive it, will I endure? <br>This is my sickness, is there a cure? <br>First his obsession seizing my brain, <br>Starting in passion, ending in pain.<br>I start to shiver, then I'm on fire, <br>Then I'm aquiver with seething desire.<br>Who knows the secret, who holds the key? <br>I long for something - what can it be? <br>My brain is reeling, I wonder why; <br>And then the feeling I'm going to die.<br>By day it haunts me, haunts me by night.<br>This tender torment, tinged with delight! <br>Tell me what love is, what can it be? <br>What is this yearning, burning in me? <br>What is this yearning, burning in me? <br>What is this yearning, burning in me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">see also </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If Love it be not, what is this I feel? <br>If it be Love, what Love is, fain I'd know? <br>If good, why the effects severe and ill? <br>If bad, why do its torments please me so? <br>If willingly I burn, should I complain? <br>If 'gainst my will, what helps it to lament? <br>Oh living Death! oh most delightful pain! <br>How comes all this, if I do not consent? <br>If I consent, 'tis madness then to grieve; <br>Amidst these storms, in a weak boat I'm tost <br>Upon a dangerous sea, without relief, <br>No help from Reason, but in Error lost. <br>Which way in this distraction shall I turn, <br>That freeze in Summer, and in Winter burn? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: //www.sonnets.org/ayres.htm#070</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Philip AYRES 1638_1712 - which seems to have been translated from the Italian in turn from an earlier French version. It is inconceivable that Ayres could have been unfamiliar with Barnabe Googe's poem</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Possible French Source and translation Jonathan Robin</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je suis pour votre Amour diversement Malade </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Je suis pour votre Amour diversement Malade <br>maintenant plein de froid, maintenant de chaleur; <br>dedans le coeur pour vous autant j’ai de doleurs <br>comme il y a de grains dedans votre grenade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeux qui fistes sur moi la première embuscade, <br>désattisez ma flamme et désechez mes pleurs. <br>Il faut, vous me le pouvez, car le mal dont je meurs <br>est si grand qu’il ne peut se guérir d’une oeillade. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ma dame, croyez-moi, je trépasse pour vous, <br>Je n’ai ni artère, nerf, tendon, veine ni pouls <br>qui ne sente d’amour la fièvre continue. <br>L’amour a la grenade en symbole était joint. <br>Ses grains en ont encore la force retenue, <br>que de signe et d’effet vous ne connaissez point. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pierre RONSARD - Sonnets pour Hélène: Book I xxxv </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lovesick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Help! Lovesick I am struck, ‘tis plain, I’m taken ill, <br>E’en hot and cold I blow, now hot and cold again.<br>Lift swift ice aches which snow, scald poor fired heart’s pores swill, <br>End pain - I've come unstuck - pour pomegranate grain.<br>Neat eyes which first though luck heart ambushed, reign instilled, <br>Extinguish love’s flame flow, dry icy, briny rain.<br>Live must I, yet can't, know Death spurns love's burns down drain<br>Although life's strong my doe, nought cures your glow, your will.<br>My Dear, believe me here for you I die, lie still, <br>Out sinew, nerve! Vain vein! No pulse may one sustain! <br>Unless in you they're lain, wild fever wracks the brain! <br>Real love's symbolic plain as pomegranate’s spill.<br> Jointly their seeds sufficient strength retain, <br> Rhyme, reason elsewhere one must seek in vain! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>10 September 1987 revised 15 May 1989,26 September 1997 4 February 2009 robi3_0216_rons1_0005<br>Pierre de RONSARD 1524_1585 - Sonnets pour Hélène: Book I xxxv<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alternative French Source<br>O Amour</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>O Amour O Penser O désir plein de flamme, <br>Ton trait, ton fol appat, la rigueur que je sens, <br>Me blesse, me mourrit, conduit mes jeunes ans<br>A la mort, aux douleurs au profond d’une lame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Injuste Amour, Penser, Désirs, cours à ma Dame, <br>Porte lui, loge lui, fais voir comme présents<br>A son coeur en l’esprit à ses yeux meutrissants<br>Le même trait, mes pleurs, les feux que j’ai dans l’âme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Force fais consentir contrains sa résistance, <br>Sa beauté, son dédain, et fière constance; <br>A plaintre, à soupirer, à soulager mes voeux, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Les tourments, les sanglots, et les cruels supplices<br>Que j’ai, que je chéris, que je tiens pour délices<br>En aimant, en pensant, En désirant son mieux.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joachim du BELLAY 1515_1560</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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