Mort, j'appelle de ta rigueur,
Qui m'as ma maîtresse ravie,
Et n'es pas encore assouvie
Si tu ne me tiens en langueur :
Onc puis n'eus force ni vigueur ;
Mais que te nuisoit-elle en vie,
Mort ?
Deux étions et n'avions qu'un coeur ;
S'il est mort, force est que dévie,
Voire, ou que je vive sans vie
Comme les images, par coeur,
Mort !
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Death, I appeal to your harshness,
Who stole from me my delightful mistress,
And yet were not sated
Until you see my languishing:
Since then I've had neither strength nor force;
But how would it harm you- if she were alive,
Death?
There once were two who shared a heart;
If that heart is dead, that power is deflected,
If so, I must live without love
Like those statues, in my heart
Death!
Available sung text translations: ← What is this?
• F. Martin