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En mon cœur n'est point escrite
La rose ny autre fleur ;
C'est toy, belle Marguerite,
Par qui j'ay cette couleur.
N'es-tu celle dont les yeux
Ont surpris
Par un regard gracieux
Mes espris ?
Puis que ta sœur de haut pris,
Ta sœur, pucelle d'elite,
N'est cause de ma douleur,
C'est donc pour toy, Marguerite,
Que je pris ceste couleur.
Un soir, ma fievre naquit,
Quand mon cœur
Pour maistresse te requit :
Mais rigueur
D'une amoureuse langueur
Soudain paya mon merite,
Me donnant ceste paleur
Pour t'aimer trop, Marguerite,
Et ta vermeille couleur.
He quel charme pourroit bien
Consumer
Le soucy qui s'est fait mien
Pour aymer ?
De mon tourment si amer
La jouissance subite
Seule oteroit le malheur
Que me donna Marguerite,
Par qui j'ay cette couleur.
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Text Authorship:
- by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Fabrice-Marin Caietain (flourished 1570-1578), "En mon cœur n’est pointe écrite" [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title unknown, copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-27
Line count: 31
Word count: 127
In my heart is engraved No rose, nor other flower ; You, fair Daisy, are the one By whom I’ve got this colour. Aren’t you she whose eyes Surprised With a gracious glance My heart? For your sister, highly-prized, Your sister, chosen maid, Is not the cause of my sadness, It’s for you, Daisy, That I acquired this colour. One evening, my fever began When my heart Begged you as mistress; But severity With a lover’s carelessness Suddenly gave me my reward, Giving me this pallor From loving you too much, Daisy, And your rosy colour. Ah what charm could indeed Consume The cares which are mine From loving? Of my bitter torment Sudden joy Alone will remove the pain Which Daisy gives me, By whom I’ve got this colour.
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-27
Line count: 31
Word count: 129