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? Delafont
(fl.1545 - 1550)
Comme le vent impétueux évente
(S.A.T.B. (or A.T.T.B.))
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Pub. 1547. This edition is offered at original pitch (high chiavette) for S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Comme le vent impétueux évente
La feuille en l'arbre & dans mer la gallée,
Le dieu d'amours tout ainsi me tourmente
De jour & nuit dans sa sainte vallée.
Sa force n'est à moi son serf celée
Il me n'aure vaincu pris & lié
Heureux serais si de ma bien aimée
Je pouvais être a la fin délié.
As the wild wind buffets the leaves
On the tree and the galley at sea,
So the god of love torments me,
both day and night in his sacred valley.
To me, his force is no covert slavery;
He will not have defeated, taken and bound me,
Happy would I be if I could be freed
From my well-beloved at last.
Comme le vent impétueux évente
La feuille en l'arbre & dans mer la gallée,
Le dieu d'amours tout ainsi me tourmente
De jour & nuit dans sa sainte vallée.
Sa force n'est à moi son serf celée
Il me n'aure vaincu pris & lié
Heureux serais si de ma bien aimée
Je pouvais être a la fin délié.
As the wild wind buffets the leaves
On the tree and the galley at sea,
So the god of love torments me,
both day and night in his sacred valley.
To me, his force is no covert slavery;
He will not have defeated, taken and bound me,
Happy would I be if I could be freed
From my well-beloved at last.