Va' pensiero
Verdi Giuseppe Lyrics
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L'aure dolci del suolo natal!
Del Giordano le rive saluta,
Di Sionne le torri atterrate…
Oh mia Patria sì bella e perduta!
O membranza sì cara e fatal!
Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
Perché muta dal salice pendi?
Ci favella del tempo che fu!
O simile di Solima ai fati,
Traggi un suono di crudo lamento;
O t'ispiri il Signore un concento
Che ne infonda al patire virtù!
Verdi Giuseppe's song Va' Pensiero is a moving and emotional lament for the loss of the homeland. The lyrics talk about the sweet and gentle airs of the native land, the Jordan river and the destroyed towers of Zion. The singer expresses the pain and sorrow of remembering his beautiful and lost country. The golden harp of the fateful prophets hangs silently from the willow tree, and the singer asks why it does not sing anymore. The memories of the past are stored in his heart, and he speaks of the time that was.
The singer then calls out to the fates of Solima, begging them to play a mournful tune. He asks the Lord to inspire a sacred song that can bring to the suffering the strength of virtue. The emotional lyrics and the soaring melody leave a deep impact on the listener and bring to light the power of music to heal the soul.
Line by Line Meaning
Ove olezzano tepide e molli
Where the sweet, warm breezes waft along
L'aure dolci del suolo natal!
The perfume of my native land
Del Giordano le rive saluta,
Hail to the shores of Jordan
Di Sionne le torri atterrate…
The towers of Zion, now in ruins
Oh mia Patria sì bella e perduta!
Oh my beautiful, lost homeland!
O membranza sì cara e fatal!
How dear yet fatal is the memory!
Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
Golden harp of the prophetic bards
Perché muta dal salice pendi?
Why hang silent from the willow?
Le memorie nel petto raccendi,
Awaken the memories in our hearts
Ci favella del tempo che fu!
And speak to us of times gone by
O simile di Solima ai fati,
O daughters of Jerusalem, doomed like us
Traggi un suono di crudo lamento;
Sing a song of bitter lamentation;
O t'ispiri il Signore un concento
Or may the Lord inspire a joyful sound
Che ne infonda al patire virtù!
To give us strength to endure our suffering!
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