O flour des flours de toute melodie
Language: Old French (Ancien français)
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O flour des flours de toute melodie,
Tres doulz maistres qui tant fuestes adrois,
O Guillaume, mondains diex d’armonnie,
Après vos fais, qui obtiendra le choys
Sur tous fayseurs ? Certes, ne le congnoys.
Vo nom sera precieuse relique,
Car l’en plourra en France, et en Artois,
La mort Machaut, le noble retorique.
Le fons Cirée et la fontayne Helie,
Dont vous estés le ruissel et le dois,
Où poëtes mirent leur estudie,
Convient taire, dont je suy molt destrois.
Las ! c’est pour vous, qui mort gisiés tous frois,
Qu’ay un dolent depit, faillant replique,
Plourés, arpes et cors saracynois,
La mort Machaut, le noble retorique.
Rubebe, leuths, viële et ciphonie,
Psalterion, tous instrumens courtois,
Rothes, guisternes, fleustes, chelemie,
Traversaynes et vous, nimphes de bois,
Timpane ossy, metés en euvre doys,
Tous instrumens qui estes tout antiques,
Faites devoir, plourés, gentil Galoys,
La mort Machaut, le noble retorique.
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O flower of flowers of all melody
Language: English after the Old French (Ancien français)
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O flower of flowers of all melody,
Sweetest of masters who was so adept,
O Guillaume, earthly god of harmony,
After what you've made, who will be the choice
Among all the makers? I surely do not know him.
Your name will be a precious relic,
For all will bewail in France, and in Artois,
The death of Machaut, the noble rhetorician.
The spring of Cirrha and the fountain of Helicon
Of which you were the stream and the fount,
On which poets based their study,
Must fall silent, which greatly distresses me.
Alas! It is for you, who lie all cold in death,
That I have a bitter grief, to which there is no remedy.
Bewail, harps and Saracen horns,
The death of Machaut, the noble rhetorician.
Rebec, lute, vielle and symphony,
Psaltery, all courtly instruments,
Zithers, gitterns, recorders, chalumeaux,
Transverse flutes and you, nymphs of the wood,
Tambourine too, you should put to work,
All instruments that are entirely venerable,
Do your duty: bewail, gentle Gauls,
The death of Machaut, the noble rhetorician.
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