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Ma belle dame, je vous pri Que vous vueilliés le vostre amy Reconforter par vo doulchour, Qui endure tres grief doulour En esperant vostre mercy. Car il est en si dur party Qu'avoir ne puet fors que soussy, Et si est tout pour vostre amour Ma belle dame, [je vous pri Que vous vueilliés le vostre amy Reconforter par vo doulchour.] Or ne veuilliés metre en oubli, Ne point faire morir aynssi Vostre servant en tel langour; Ce vous seroit grant deshonnour Quant par vous peut estre guery. Ma belle dame, je vous pri [Que vous vueilliés le vostre amy Reconforter par vo doulchour, Qui endure tres grief doulour En esperant vostre mercy.]
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- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Guillaume Dufay (c1400 - 1474), "Ma belle dame, je vous pri" [text verified 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "My fair lady, I beg you", 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.
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Word count: 113
My fair lady, I beg you To be willing to comfort Your friend by your sweetness, He who suffers terrible pain While hoping for your mercy. For he is in such a bad state That he can have nothing but worry And this is all because of love for you. My fair lady, I beg you To be willing to comfort Your friend by your sweetness. Do not think of forgetting him Don't make your servant die in this way, Languishing like this; It would be great dishonour to you Since he could be cured by you. My fair lady, I beg you To be willing to comfort Your friend by your sweetness, He who suffers terrible pain While hoping for your mercy.
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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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- a text in French (Français) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist
This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
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Word count: 123