Monteverdi: Quarto libro de madrigali - Luci serene e chiare, SV 81 - The Consort of Musicke, Anthony Rooley, Клаудио Монтеверди

Luci serene e chiare

Voi m’incendete, voi, ma prov’il core

Nell’incendio diletto, non dolore

Dolci parole e care

Voi mi ferite, voi, ma prova il petto

Non dolor ne la piaga, ma diletto

O miracol d’Amore!

Alma ch'è tutta foco e tutta sange

Si strugg’e non si duol, mor e non langue

Serene and clear lights

You set me on fire, you, but it feels my heart

In the beloved fire, not pain

Sweet and dear words

You hurt me, you, but test the chest

It does not pain the wound, but delight

O miracle of Love!

Alma who is all fire and all sange

It pines and does not grieve, it dies and does not languish