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by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)

Translation © by David Wyatt

Amour, donne moy paix ou treve

(Sung text for setting by R. de Lassus)

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Language: French (Français)

Our translations: ENG

Amour, Amour, donne moy paix ou treve,
Ou bien retire, et d'un garrot plus fort
Tranche ma vie et m'avance la mort.
Me bienheurant d'une langeur plus breve.

Soit que la jour ou se couche ou se leve
Je sens toujours un penser qui me mord.
Et contumax au cours de son effort 
De pis en pis mes angoisses rengrève.

Que doy-je faire ?  Amour me fait errer
Si hautement, que je n'ose esperer
De mon salut que la desesperance.

Puis qu'Amour donc ne me veut secourir
Pour me defendre il me plait de mourir.
Et par la mort trouver ma delivrance.

Composition:

Roland de Lassus

Text Authorship:

by Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585), no title

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ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Love, Love, give me peace or a truce", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Line count: 14
Word count: 102

Love, Love, give me peace or a truce

(Sung text translation for setting by R. de Lassus)

See original

Language: English after the French (Français)

Love, Love, give me peace or a truce,
Or else, throttling me harder, remove and
Cut off my life, and bring on my death,
Benefitting me with a shorter torpor.

Whether it's the beginning or the end of the day
I am always aware of a thought that devours me;
And headstrong in the course of its struggle 
It increases my anguish from bad to worse.
 
What must I do? Love makes me stray
So far, that I dare hope
For no safety but despair.

Since Love's gift won't come to my aid,
To defend myself, I'm pleased to die
And through death to find my deliverance.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-11-15
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