by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Demandes‑tu, douce ennemie
Language: French (Français)
Demandes-tu, douce ennemie,
Quelle est pour toy ma pauvre vie ?
Helas certainement elle est
Telle qu’ordonner te la plaist.
Pauvre, chetive, et langoureuse,
Dolente, triste, malheureuse,
Et tout le plus fascheux esmoy
D’amour fascheux loge chez moy.
Apres demandes-tu, ma mie,
Quels compagnie a ma vie ?
Certes accompagnée elle est
De tels compaignons qu’il te plaist.
Ennuy, travail, peine, tristesse,
Larmes, souspirs, sanglots, destresse,
Et tout le plus fascheux soucy
D’amour fascheux y loge aussy.
Voyla comment par toy, Marie,
Je traine ma chetive vie,
Heureux du mal que je reçoy
Pour t’aimer cent fois plus que moy.
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• A. Bertrand
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anthoine de Bertrand (1540? - 1581?), "Demandes-tu, douce ennemie", published 1578 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from 25 Chansons à 4 parties, Livre 3, no. 17 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Nicholas La Grotte , "Demandes-tu, douce ennemie" [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Philippe de Monte (1521 - 1603), "Demandes-tu, douce ennemie" [sung text checked 1 time]
Set in a modified version by Jean Langlais, Emanuel Moór.
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 98
Do you ask, sweet enemy
Language: English  after the French (Français)
Do you ask, sweet enemy,
What sort of wretched life I lead for you?
Alas it is certainly the kind
That it would please you to arrange.
Poor, wretched, languid,
Plaintive, sad, unhappy,
And all the most tiresome troubles
Of tiresome love live in me.
Next do you ask, my sweet,
What companions my life has?
Truly it is accompanied
By the kind of companions which would please you.
Anxiety, struggle, pain, sadness,
Tears, sighs, sobs, distress,
And all the most tiresome cares
Of tiresome love live there too.
That is how because of you, Marie,
I lead my wretched life,
Happy in the ills I receive
For loving you a hundred times more than myself.
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