Alas, I am forced | Alas, I am forced as I burn to be quiet

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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

Translation © by David Wyatt

Las ! force m'est

(Sung text for setting by A. Utendal)

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Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Las ! force m'est qu'en bruslant je me taise, 
Car d'autant plus qu'esteindre je me veux, 
Plus le desir me r'allume les feux 
Qui languissoient dessous la morte braise. 

Si suis-je heureux (et cela me r'appaise) 
De plus souffrir que souffrir je ne peux, 
Et d'endurer le mal dont je me deulx ; 
Je me deulx, non, mais dont je suis bien aise. 

Par ce doux mal j'adoroy la beauté 
Qui, me liant d'une humble cruauté, 
Me desnoua les liens d'ignorance. 

Par luy me vint ce vertueux penser
Qui jusqu'au ciel fit mon cœur elancer,
Ailé de foy, d'amour et d'esperance.

Composition:

Alexander Utendal

Text Authorship:

by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, Amours 1 – 179

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ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Alas, I am forced", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Alas, I am forced

(Sung text translation for setting by A. Utendal)

See original

Language: English after the French (Français)

Alas, I am forced as I burn to be quiet
For as much as I want to extinguish it
So much more desire re-lights those fires
Which lie beneath the dying flame.

So happy am I (and that soothes me)
To suffer more than I can suffer
And to endure the pain which grieves me;
Grieves? No: which pleases me.

Through this sweet pain I adore the beauty
Who, binding me with meek cruelty,
Looses me from the bonds of ignorance.

Through her comes to me that powerful thought
Which makes my heart leap to heaven,
Winged with faith, love and hope.

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a text in French (Français) by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title, Amours 1 – 179
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This text was added to the website: 2015-08-07
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Word count: 102