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Cantate, ariette, e duetti (1651), #2. Encoded and edited by Sarge Gerbode.
Begl’occhi, bel seno
Oh you beautiful eyes, you are
doors to a paradise,
between a tease and a laugh
you bring me to heaven.
Yet my heart arouses me so much
that because of my eternal flame,
through the doors of heaven I run to hell.
Beautiful eyes, beautiful breast
Voi pur, begl' occhi, sete
porte d'un paradiso,
voi tra lo scherzo e'l riso
in ciel m'introducete.
Mà tanto il cor m'ardete
che dal mio foco eterno
per le porte del ciel corro all'inferno.

Yes, beautiful breast, you are living snow. Sì, bel seno, che tu sei una neve animata.
Yes, how your gentle throat Sì, che tua giogia grata
quells my passionate fire. consola gl'ardor miei.
Yet in the end so sublime is my delight Ma tanto alfin godei
that as it grows, little by little, che grande à poco à poco
my fire is spent among the snowflakes. fra le falde di giel provo il mio foco.

Beautiful hair, I simply adore you,
dear sweet locks: you, my precious threads.
But of that golden forest,
if you don't make me a gift
amid mines of gold I'm poor.
Voi pur, bei crini, adoro,
cari dolci legami, voi, preziosi stami.
Ma della selva d'oro
se non mi fate un dono,
fra le miniere d'or povero io sono.

No, no, you apples and rubies, No, no, pomi e rubiini,
no, you don't compare with che voi non pareggiate
the divine coral No, di quelle labbra amate
of those beloved lips. i coralli divini.
Yet never, in the gardens Ma non mai ne' giardini
of that beautiful mouth could I di quella bella bocca
ever pick enough kisses to satisfy my yearning. coglier quanti vorrei bacci mi tocca.