Ecco mormorar l’onde
Torquato Tasso
Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze’s
Which revives each burnt-out heart.
“Are not in these shores”
“Non sono in queste rive”
by Torquato Tasso
Are not in these shores crimson flowers
Non sono in queste rive
fiori così vermigli
like the lips of my lady,
come le labbra de la donna mia,
in the sound of the summer breeze
nè’l suon de l’aure estive
between roses and lilies
tra fonti rose e gigli
does its song make the sweetest harmony.
fa del suo canto più dolce armonia.
The song that you give back to me to like
Canto che m’ardi e piaci,
Interrupted only by our kisses.
t’interrompano solo i nostri baci.
Ecco mormorar l’onde
— Torquato Tasso
Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze’s
Which revives each burnt-out heart.
Maverick Mist 