by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation © by David Wyatt

Je veuil chanter de cuer joyeux
Language: French (Français) 
Our translations:  ENG
Je veuil chanter de cuer joyeux
En ce mois de may gracieux
Hault et cler, quoy que nul en die;
Amours le vuet; n'y contredie
Nesun qui soyt vray amoureux.

De tout mon cuer seray sogneux,
Ens ou despit des envieux,
De bien servir ma douce amye.
  Je veuil [chanter de cuer joyeux
  En ce mois de may gracieux
  Hault et cler, quoy que nul en die.]

Je l'ay choisie, si m'aït Dieux,
N'y a pareille soubs les cieux
A mon avis, ne plus polie
Ne sauroit on jusqu'a Paymie
Trouver ne qui me pleusist mieux.

  Je veuil [chanter de cuer joyeux
  En ce mois de may gracieux
  Hault et cler, quoy que nul en die;
  Amours le vuet; n'y contredie
  Nesun qui soyt vray amoureux.]

Notes: The first letters of the lines that are not indented spell out the name Jehan de Dinant.
Stanza 3, line 4: "Paymie" could be a corruption of "Pavie". In some editions it appears as "Paine"


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Line count: 21
Word count: 126

I want to sing with joyful heart
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
I want to sing with joyful heart
In this lovely month of May,
High and clear, whatever anyone says about it;
Love wishes it, nor will anyone speak against
Who is a true lover.

With all my heart I will be careful,
Though encompassed by the spite of envious men, 
To serve my sweet lady well.
  I want to sing with joyful heart
  In this lovely month of May,
  High and clear, whatever anyone says about it

I chose her, so help me the gods,
And she has no equal under the heavens
To my mind, nor any better-bred
Would you find between here and the far east
Who could please me better.

I want to sing with joyful heart
In this lovely month of May,
High and clear, whatever anyone says about it;
Love wishes it, nor will anyone speak against
Who is a true lover.

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This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 21
Word count: 147