"Madrigal", Op. 35 is a four-part song by Gabriel Fauré to words by Armand Silvestre, composed in 1883. It is written to be sung by vocal quartet or choir, with piano or – a later addition – an orchestral accompaniment. The song was reused in 1919 in the composer's Masques et bergamasques.
Fauré had a liking for Silvestre's poems, and set several of them. This one, titled "Pour un chœur alterné" by the author, is from Silvestre's 1878 collection, La chanson des heures. With its theme of young men and women accusing each other of selfishness and cruelty in affairs of the heart, Fauré set it as a mischievous wedding present for his friend and ex-pupil André Messager, who was the dedicatee. The pianist and scholar Graham Johnson comments that the song has "the wittiness and suggestiveness of a speech by the best man at a wedding."[1] The opening line of the music quotes a theme by J. S. Bach which may have had some private significance for the two friends.[1]
The song was first performed at a concert of the Société Nationale de Musique on 12 January 1884 by the société's choir. It was published by Hamelle in the same year. The premiere of the orchestral version was given by solo quartet and the société's orchestra on 30 April 1892.[2] Fauré later incorporated the song in its orchestral form into his incidental music to Masques et bergamasques (1919).[3]
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(Les jeunes gens) | (Les jeunes filles) Ingrats qui ne vous doutez pas Des rêves éclos sur vos pas, Aimez ! Aimez quand on vous aime | (Les jeunes gens) Sachez, ô cruelles Beautés, Que les jours d'aimer sont comptés. Aimez ! aimez quand on vous aime | (Les jeunes filles) Sachez, amoureux inconstants, Que le bien d'aimer n'a qu'un temps. Aimez ! aimez quand on vous aime | (Ensemble) Un même destin nous poursuit Et notre folie est la même : C'est celle d'aimer qui nous fuit, C'est celle de fuir qui nous aime ! |
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(The young men) | (The young women) Ungrateful men, who do not suspect The dreams you provoke as you go, Love! Love when we love you | (The young men) Know, O cruel beauties, That the days of love are numbered. Love! Love when we love you | (The young women) Know, fickle lovers, That true love lasts a single season Love! Love when we love you | (All) The same destiny pursues us And our folly is the same: It is loving those who flee us, It is fleeing those who love us! |
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