GCD P30917 - Naxos Music Library

invidio forse legno
a me t’invola altrove,
quasi degna non sia
de la tua compagnia;
levami, che sarò de la tua sorte
ancella degna, almen se non consorte;
e se pur gir ne vuoi
lascia ch’io, nova Egeria,
ti formi un vasto mar col pianto mio:
ferma, deh per pietà, scoltami o Dio.
Togli le vele che d’alterezza gonfie
al parto di mia morte
gravide son vicine;
sia’l scompigliato crine
de la tua lieta un tempo, or mesta Erinna,
vela al tuo legno, siano i mei sospiri
aure per secondarla, Idolo mio.
Ferma, deh per pietà, scoltami o Dio.
Così in pianto stemprata,
fatt’i miei crini tela,
forte legno il mio core in mal di doglie,
fia ch’involi se stessa Erinna il bene.
Ma a chi parlo dolente,
a chi, mesta e piangente,
racconto il dolor mio?
Piagge amene
e voi sirene,
datemi aiuta,
io son spedita,
lungi dalla mia vita:
l’alma séco n’è già,
io moio, aita.
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Without any doubt, I envy that boat,
which wrenches you from me
and takes you off elsewhere,
as if I were not worthy of your company.
Take me with you, so that I can be fated
to be your servant, if not your wife;
and if you do not wish to return,
allow me, like a new Egeria,
to make for you a vast sea with my tears.
Stay, for pity, hear my cry, O God.
Bring down those sails which,
swollen with pride,
pregnant in the proximity of my death;
let the unkempt hair of your once happy,
now distraught Erinna,
form the sails of your ship, and let my sighs
be the trade winds that aid you, my beloved.
Stay, for pity, hear my cry, O God.
Thus dissolved in tears,
let my hair become canvas,
and my heart a solid hull in the pain of mourning,
and let Erinna herself carry off her loved one!
But to whom can I, in my grief, speak?
To whom, doleful and weeping,
can I recount my anguish?
Pleasant shores,
and you sirens,
come to my aid.
Already I am parted
far from my life.
My heart is no longer in it.
I am dying... help!