by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation © by David Wyatt

Adieu m'amour, adieu ma joye
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Adieu m'amour, adieu ma joye,
Adieu le solas que j'avoye,
Adieu ma leale mastresse!
Le dire adieu tant fort me blesse,
Qu'il me semble que morir doye.

De desplaisir forment lermoye.
Il n'est reconfort que je voye,
Quant vous esloigne, ma princesse.
  Adieu m'amour, [adieu ma joye,
  Adieu le solas que j'avoye,
  Adieu ma leale mastresse!]

Je prie a Dieu qu'il me convoye,
Et doint que briefment vous revoye,
Mon bien, m'amour et ma deesse!
Car advis m'est, de ce que laisse,
Qu'apres ma paine joye aroye.

  Adieu m'amour, [adieu ma joye,
  Adieu le solas que j'avoye,
  Adieu ma leale mastresse!
  Le dire adieu tant fort me blesse,
  Qu'il me semble que morir doye.]

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Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "Farewell my love, farewell my joy", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


Researcher for this text: Alberto Pedrotti

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 21
Word count: 114

Farewell my love, farewell my joy
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
Farewell my love, farewell my joy,
Farewell the comfort which I  confess,
Farewell my loyal mistress!
Saying farewell wounds me so badly
That it seems to me that I must die.

With sorrow I weep greatly
There is no comfort that I can see
When I leave you, my princess.
Farewell my love, farewell my joy,
Farewell the comfort which I  confess,
Farewell my loyal mistress!

I pray to God that he will go with me,
And grant that briefly I may see you again,
My sweet, my love and my goddess!
For it's my view of what I'm leaving
That after my pain I shall have joy.

Farewell my love, farewell my joy,
Farewell the comfort which I  confess,
Farewell my loyal mistress!
Saying farewell wounds me so badly
That it seems to me that I must die.

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  • Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © 2012 by David Wyatt, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 21
Word count: 139