Re: Death
Posted: 02 Feb 2013, 13:08
Thank you Lorredan, another great image from you!
Here there is a picture of this triumph of Death in its entirety.
I have found on this German page a transcription of the texts on the fresco:
The Old and Poor on the left: POI CHE PROSPERTITA/ CIA LASCIATI OMORTE/ MEDICINA AOGNI PENA VIECI/ ADARE OMAI LULTIMA CENA, (since prosperity has left us, oh death, medicine for all suffering, come and give us our last supper)
Death: IO NON BRAMO SE NON DI SPEGNER VITA E CHI MI CHIAMA LE PIUVOLTE SCHIVO/ GIUNGENDO SPESSO A CHI MI TORCIE IL GRIFO (my only desire is to extinguish life, and I ignore those who invoke me many times, I often go to those who try to avoid me)
The two Young and Rich men on the right: QUANTE DOLCIE MONDO CHI SA PAGASSE / TU DICI BENVERO SE PROSPERITA DURASSE, (First man: this world is so sweet to those who enjoy it / Second man: you would say the truth, if prosperity could last)
Christ: O TU CHE LEGGI PON CHURA AI COLPI DI CHOSTEI CH OCISE ME CHESO SIGNIOR DI LEI. (you who read, take care of the strikes of this one: she killed me even if I am her lord)
Here there is a picture of this triumph of Death in its entirety.
I have found on this German page a transcription of the texts on the fresco:
The Old and Poor on the left: POI CHE PROSPERTITA/ CIA LASCIATI OMORTE/ MEDICINA AOGNI PENA VIECI/ ADARE OMAI LULTIMA CENA, (since prosperity has left us, oh death, medicine for all suffering, come and give us our last supper)
Death: IO NON BRAMO SE NON DI SPEGNER VITA E CHI MI CHIAMA LE PIUVOLTE SCHIVO/ GIUNGENDO SPESSO A CHI MI TORCIE IL GRIFO (my only desire is to extinguish life, and I ignore those who invoke me many times, I often go to those who try to avoid me)
The two Young and Rich men on the right: QUANTE DOLCIE MONDO CHI SA PAGASSE / TU DICI BENVERO SE PROSPERITA DURASSE, (First man: this world is so sweet to those who enjoy it / Second man: you would say the truth, if prosperity could last)
Christ: O TU CHE LEGGI PON CHURA AI COLPI DI CHOSTEI CH OCISE ME CHESO SIGNIOR DI LEI. (you who read, take care of the strikes of this one: she killed me even if I am her lord)