by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Fors seulement l'actente que je meure
Language: French (Français)
Fors seulement l'actente que je meure
En mon las cuer nul espoir ne demeure
Car mon maleur si tresfort me tourmente
Qu'il n'est douleur que pour vous je me sente
Pour ce que suis de vous perdre bien seure.
Vostre rigueur bellement my queurt seure
Qu'en ce parti il fault que je m'asseure
Dont je n'ay bien qui en riens me contente
Fors seulement l'actente que je meure
En mon las cuer nul espoir ne demeure
Car mon maleur si tresfort me tourmente
Mon desconfort toute seule je pleure
En maudisant sur ma foy a toute heure
Ma leaute qui tant me fait dolente
Las que je suis de vivre malcontente
Quant de par vous n'ay riens qui me demeure
Fors seulement l'actente que je meure
En mon las cuer nul espoir ne demeure
Car mon maleur si tresfort me tourmente
Qu'il n'est douleur que pour vous je me sente
Pour ce que suis de vous perdre bien seure.
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Save only the expectation that I'll die
Language: English after the French (Français)
Save only the expectation that I'll die,
In my weary heart no hope remains;
For my misfortune troubles me so sorely
That there is no grief I do not suffer because of you
Since I am utterly certain to lose you.
Your harshness certainly assures my heart
That in this position I should remind myself
From whom I have no good thing, and who comforts me with nothing;
Save only the expectation that I'll die,
In my weary heart no hope remains;
For my misfortune troubles me so sorely.
My discomfort I grieve for, all alone,
Cursing -- truly! -- every hour
My loyalty which makes me so unhappy.
Alas, that I must live on unhappy
When I have nothing from you left to me.
Save only the expectation that I'll die,
In my weary heart no hope remains;
For my misfortune troubles me so sorely
That there is no grief I do not suffer because of you
Since I am utterly certain to lose you.
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