MOTETUS : 
She is so much more beautiful than Beauty itself
And better than Goodness is,
Full of all that, truth to tell,
Which a good and fair lady should have,
So it seems to me – she whom I desire
And love with no base passion.
Therefore I love her so and can do nothing else
Since in her true goodness I find
The cure for all my ills,
And joy, comfort, reward
And help for all the misfortunes
By which I am troubled through my desire.
How can she know nothing of this?
For all the joy and good
Which I have comes to me from her grace,
Nothing more, whenever I recall her;
I take away from her no other goodness.
So I beg Love that he might be so
Favourable, since I love her more than myself,
That she will take me as her lover.
Amen.

TRIPLUM : 
Beauty embellished with great worth,
Desire which never ceases
From growing, but grows from day to day
In pleasure and in sweet ardour,
Sweet glances accepted with great enjoyment,
Entirely filled with the promise of love,
Of hope, joy, tenderness
And of the sting of sweetness
[All these] make me love the flower of women.
May God then grant me grace and strength
So that, by the will of Love and to his honour,
I may serve her without frivolity.
Amen.

TENOR : 
I am not at all sure of having my beloved,
But I am a faithful lover.