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O lustelike mey, ghi zijt nu in saisoene, Schoon ende groene Die vogelkens singhen nacht ende dach Dies ic wel mach, sonder verdrach, Aensien reyn oogheopslach Van mijn lief coene Haer liefde maekt mi veel te doene. Int velt staet menich schone blomme Wie soudese sommen? Hoe lustelic dat gersseken uter aerden spruit! Loof ende cruyt gheeft nu virtuyt. O mijder herten luyt Verblijt den dommen; Een troostelic woort laet, lief, van u commen. Schoon lief, ghi zijt die liefste creature; Mijns levens dure Blijve ic gestadich tot in mijn doot. Reyn lief minioot, troost mi, tis noot, Die mijn herte doorschoot. Reyn maget puere, Om uwen troost ist dat ic labuere. Princersselic greyn, wien ic geerne aenschouwe, Blust mijnen rouwe, Laet mi, arm dienaer, troost ontfaen. Reyn vrouweloc graen, hoort mijn vermaen; Laet mi in u gracie staen, So sal ic met trouwe U dienen, lustelicke vrouwe!
Text Authorship:
- by Gerbrand Adriaenszoon Bredero (1585 - 1618) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Willem Pijper (1894 - 1947), "O lustelike mey", from Acht oud Hollandsche liederen, Deel 2, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Tinelot Wittermans) , title 1: "O delightful May", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Tinelot Wittermans
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 148
Oh, delightful May, you're in season now Beautiful and green, The birds are singing by day and night. I like this very much without reservations. I like to see the clear eyes Of my brave dear one. Her love stirs me, stimulates me. There are many fine flowers in the field. Who would count them? How energetic grows the barley from the earth, Leaves and plants give virtue now. Oh, sound of my heart, Make the dumb happy, My love, send me a word of comfort. You are the loveliest creature, my dear, My whole life long I'll be true to you till I die My dear little one, you must comfort me You've shot through my heart You're a virgin, clean and pure And I long for your consolation. My royal jewel, whom I willingly watch, Extinguish my grief. Let me, poor servant, receive your comfort, Clean feminine jewel, hear my admonishments, Let me stand in your grace, Then I'll truly serve you, Delightful woman!
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Based on:
- a text in Dutch (Nederlands) by Gerbrand Adriaenszoon Bredero (1585 - 1618)
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 166