De toutes flours n'avoit et de tous fruis
Language: French (Français)
De toutes flours n'avoit et de tous fruis
En mon vergier fors une seule rose:
Gastés estois li surplus et destruis
Par Fortune qui durement s'opose
Contre ceste douce flour
Pour amatir sa coulour et s'odour.
Mais se cueillir la voy ou tresbuchier,
Autre après li ja mais avoir ne quier.
Mais vraiement ymaginer ne puis
Que la vertus, où ma rose est enclose,
Viengne par toy et par tes faus conduis,
Ains est drois dons naturex; si suppose
Que tu n'avras ja vigour
D'amanrir son pris et sa valour.
Lay la moy donc, qu'ailleurs n'en mon vergier
Autre après li ja mais avoir ne quier.
Hés! Fortune, qui es gouffres et puis
Pour engloutir tout homme qui croire ose,
Ta fausse loy, où riens de bien ne truis
Ne de seür, trop est decevans chose;
Ton ris, ta joie, t'onnour
Ne sont que plour, tristece et deshonnour.
Se ti faus tour font ma rose sechier,
Autre après li ja mais avoir ne quier.
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- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Of all flowers and of all fruits I had none", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Of all flowers and of all fruits I had none
Language: English after the French (Français)
Of all flowers and of all fruits I had none
In my orchard except a single rose;
The rest was spoiled and destroyed
By Fortune who harshly battled
Against this sweet flower
To crush its colour and its perfume.
But if I see it cut or thrown down,
I shall never have or desire another afterwards.
But truly I cannot imagine
That the virtue in which my rose is enclosed
Comes from you and your false conduct,
But rather is a true gift of nature; and I believe
That you will never have the power
To reduce its price or worth.
Leave it me, then, for elsewhere than in my orchard
I shall never have or desire another afterwards.
Ah, Fortune, you are an abyss and a well
To swallow up every man who dares believe you;
Your false law, in which I can find nothing good
Nor certain, is too deceptive a thing;
Your smile, your pleasure, your honour
Are only tears, sadness and dishonour.
If your false deeds make my rose wither,
I shall never have or desire another afterwards.
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