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Giovanni Matteo Asola
(c.1532 - 1609)
Surge, propera amica mea
(S.A.T. (or A.T.B.))
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Edition offered at original pitch for S.A.T. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.B.
Lyrics: Song of Solomon 2:10,12,13
Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Vox turturis audita est in terra nostra;
Ficus protulit grossos suos; vineae florentes dederunt odorem suum.
Arise, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.
Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, et veni.
Flores apparuerunt in terra nostra, tempus putationis advenit.
Vox turturis audita est in terra nostra;
Ficus protulit grossos suos; vineae florentes dederunt odorem suum.
Arise, my love, my dove, my fair one, and come away;
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of pruning has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.