by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Mes souspirs, mes amis, vous m'estes...
Language: French (Français)
Mes souspirs, mes amis, vous m'estes agréables,
D'autant que vous sortes pour un lieu qui le vaut:
Je porte dans le cœur des flames incurables,
Le feu pourtant m'agrée et du mal ne me chaut.
Autant me plaist sentir le froid comme le chaud:
Plaisir et desplaisir me sont biens incroyables.
Bien-heuruex je m'estime aimant en lieu si haut,
Et si veux estre mis au rang des miserables.
Des miserables non, mais au rang des heureux.
[Un homme ne pourroit]1 (sans se voir amoureux)
Sentir en doux tourment que valent les liesses.
Non, je ne voudrois pas pour l'or de l'univers
N'avoir souffert les maux qu'en aimant j'ay souffert
Pour l'attente d'un bien qui vaut mille tristesses.
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1 Boni: "Car un homme ne peut"
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Guillaume Boni (c1530 - c1594), "Mes soupirs mes amis vous m'estes agreables", published 1608 [vocal quartet], from the collection Sonnets de Pierre de Ronsard mis en musique à 4 parties, I, no. 8, Paris, Pierre Ballard [
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- by Jean de Maletty (flourished 16th century), "Mes soupirs, mes amis, vous m'estes agréables" [
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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "My sighs, my friends, you please me", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 117
My sighs, my friends, you please me
Language: English after the French (Français)
My sighs, my friends, you please me
Especially since you leave me for a worthwhile place:
I carry in my heart incurable flames,
But fire agrees with me and cares nothing for my ills.
I am as pleased to feel the cold as heat;
Pleasure and displeasure are things I can't believe in.
I consider myself fortunate, loving in a place so high,
Even if I wish to be placed among the ranks of the wretched.
Of the wretched? no, among the ranks of the happy.
[A man could not]1, without falling in love,
Feel in sweet torment what these joys are worth.
No, I would not want for all the gold in the world
Not to have suffered the ills which I've suffered in loving
To attain a good which is worth a thousand sadnesses.
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1 Boni: "For a man cannot"
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This text was added to the website: 2015-02-26
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Word count: 136