Juan del Enzina, Triste España sin ventura
Muziek en tekst: Juan del Enzina
https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_del_Encina
https://musicaantigua.com/triste-espana-sin-ventura/
(In het Spaans, maar je kunt een Nederlandse vertaling aanzetten.)
https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_del_Encina
https://musicaantigua.com/triste-espana-sin-ventura/
(In het Spaans, maar je kunt een Nederlandse vertaling aanzetten.)
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Triste España sin ventura,
todos te deben llorar. Despoblada d'alegría, para nunca en ti tornar. Tormentas, penas, dolores, te vinieron a poblar. Sembrote Dios de placer porque naciese pesar. Hizote de mas dichosa para mas te lastimar. Tus victorias y triunfos ha se hovieron de pagar. Pues que tal pérdida pierdes, dime en qué podrás ganar, pierdes la luz de tu gloria y el gozo te gozar. Pierdes toda tu esperanza. no te queda que esperar, pierdes Pritan alto hijo de Reyes sin par. Llora, llora, pues perdiste quien te había de ensalçar. En su tierna juventud te lo quiso Dios llevar. Llevote todo tu bien, dexote su desear, porque mueras, porque penes, sin dar fin a tu penar. De tan penosa tristura no te esperes consolar. |
Sad, joyless Spain,
everyone should weep for you. Barren, devoid of happiness that shall never return. Storms, sorrows, pains came and took residence in you. God sowed pleasures in you so pains would grow. He made you happier so as to better hurt you. Your victories and achievements you had to pay dearly. Since you keep sustaining such losses, tell me, what should you ever win? you lose the light of your glory and the joy of being joyful. You lose all your hope, and are left with nothing to hope for, you lose Pritan, up high, the son of peerless kings. Cry, cry, for you lost he who was to sing your praises. In his tender youth God saw fit to take him. He took all good away from you, and left you with his longing, so you could die, so you could pine, with no end to your grieving. Of such a pitiful sadness hope not to ever gain relief. |
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