Carmina Burana (13th century) - Axe Phebus aureo

• Report rights infringement
• published: 05 Jan 2010
• views: 5923

Carmina Burana (13th century) - Axe Phebus aureo Clemencic Consort, dir. René Clemencic Yves Rouquette, récitant René Zosso, chant Pilar Figueras, soprano Zeger Vandersteene, Hans Breitschopf, contre-ténors Pedro Liendo, baryton Phoebus in his golden car Lights the firmament, And with rosy glows imparts His shaftings down to men. Cybele in elegance arrayed With her flowering face To Bacchus gives a fresh bouquet, While Phoebus beams with grace. With the help of winds that blend All throughout the grove, Little birds their beauties lend As they chant of love. Philomel now renews her blame Of Tereus for wrongs, Joining the blackbird in refrains Adapted for their songs. Now Dione's Chorus joyously Zealously answers Their various chants. And now Dione In jest and in agony Lightens, then tightens Her worshipers' hearts. Me too she pulls Away from my sleep. Me too she rules: "Now vigil keep!" Cupid's golden shaft I'm forced to bear; Ire-filled fires Through my body tear! Whatever I'm plied I recant. For what I'm denied I will pant In a mind severely swayed. When a thing is ceded me, I waver; Yet whoever won't heed me I favor; About me you can truly say: I'm faithful; I'll go to my grave For her, or else for her I'm saved. If she wants me, I'm all through. If she taunts me, I pursue. The more I rejected the lawful, The more I deflect toward the awful. The more the unspiced one's allowed me, The more the unlicensed one cows me. O Dione's baleful decrees! Poison to flee working inwardly, Fearsome lechery, full of treachery. Mistress of might, whose torture's a fright. Your serfs you requite with bitterness' bite. Full of all slights and fiery spite! And so in me a fear is swelling, and down my cheeks the tears come welling. And so my face looks frayed and pale; It is: in love I've been betrayed, I fail