Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Divina commedia: Paradiso, canto XI, artist - Angelo Branduardi. Album song L'infinitamente piccolo, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 15.07.2012
Record label: Lungomare
Song language: Italian
Divina commedia: Paradiso, canto XI(original) |
Intra Tupino e l’acqua che discende |
Del colle eletto del beato Ubaldo |
Fertile costa d’alto monte pende |
Onde Perugia sente freddo e caldo |
Da Porta Sole e di retro le piange |
Per grave giogo Nocera con Gualdo |
Di questa costa, là dov’ella frange |
Più sua rattezza, nacque al mondo un Sole |
Come fa questo talvolta di Gange |
Ma perché io non proceda troppo chiuso |
Francesco e Povertà per questi amanti |
Prendi oramai nel mio parlar diffuso |
La lor concordia ed i lor lieti sembianti |
Amore e maraviglia e dolce sguardo |
Faceano esser cagion di pensier santi: |
Tanto che’l venerabile Bernardo |
Si scalzò prima, e dietro a tanta pace |
Corse e, correndo, gli parve di esser tardo |
Né li gravò viltà di cor le ciglia |
Per esser figlio di Pietro Bernardone |
Né per parer dispetto a maraviglia; |
Ma regalmente sua dura intenzione |
Ad Innocenzio aperse, e da lui ebbe |
Primo sigillo a sua religione |
Poi che la gente poverella crebbe |
Dietro a costui, la cui mirabil vita |
Meglio in gloria del ciel si canterebbe |
E poi che, per la sete del martiro |
Ne la presenza del Soldan superba |
Predicò Cristo e gli altri che 'l seguiro |
Nel crudo sasso intra Tevere ed Arno |
Da Cristo prese l’ultimo sigillo |
Quando a Colui ch’a tanto ben sortillo |
Piacque di trarlo suso a la mercede |
Ch’el meritò nel suo farsi pusillo |
A' frati suoi, sì com’a giuste rede |
Raccomandò la donna sua più cara |
E comandò che l’amassero a fede; |
E del suo grembo l’anima preclara |
Mover si volle, tornando al suo regno |
Ed al suo corpo non volle altra bara |
(translation) |
Intra Tupino and the water that descends |
Of the chosen hill of Blessed Ubaldo |
Fertile coast on the high mountain slopes |
Onde Perugia feels cold and hot |
From Porta Sole and from the back he cries for them |
For serious yoke Nocera with Gualdo |
Of this coast, where it fringes |
More rectitude than she, a Sun was born into the world |
How does this sometimes of Ganges |
But lest I proceed too closed |
Francis and Poverty for these lovers |
Take by now in my widespread talk |
Their harmony and their happy semblants |
Love and wonder and sweet gaze |
Let them be the cause of holy thoughts: |
So much so that the venerable Bernard |
He got undressed first, and behind so much peace |
He ran and, as he ran, it seemed to him that he was late |
Nor did cowardice burden them with their lashes |
To be the son of Pietro Bernardone |
Neither out of spite to surprise; |
But royally his hard intention |
To Innocentius he opened, and from him he received |
First seal to his religion |
Then the poor people grew up |
Behind him, whose wonderful life |
Better to sing in glory of heaven |
And then that, for the thirst of the martyr |
Neither the presence of the Soldan is superb |
He preached Christ and others that I will follow him |
In the raw stone between the Tiber and Arno rivers |
From Christ he took the last seal |
When to Him who has so well done it |
He liked to bring him to the mercy |
Ch'el deserved in his becoming pusillo |
To his friars, as well as to just rede |
He recommended his dearest woman |
And he commanded that they love him in faith; |
And the soul precluded from his womb |
Mover wanted, returning to his kingdom |
And to his body he didn't want another coffin |