by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation © by David Wyatt

Mon cuer me fait tous dis penser
Language: French (Français) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Mon cuer me fait tous dis penser
A vous, belle, bonne, sans per,
Rose odourans comme la grainne,
Jone, gente, blanche que lainne,
Amoureuse, sage en parler.

Aultre de vous ne puis amer
Ne requerir ny honnourer,
Dame de toute beaulté plainne;
  Mon cuer [me fait tous dis penser
  A vous, belle, bonne, sans per,
  Rose odourans comme la grainne.]

Resjoys sui et vueil chanter,
Et en mon cuer n'a point d'amer
Ayms ay toute joye mondaynne
Sans avoir tristesse ne painne,
Quant veoir puis vo beau vis cler.

  Mon cuer [me fait tous dis penser
  A vous, belle, bonne, sans per,
  Rose odourans comme la grainne,
  Jone, gente, blanche que lainne,
  Amoureuse, sage en parler.]

Note: The first letters of the verses spell out the name Maria Andreasq.

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

  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "My heart makes me think every day of 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.
Line count: 21
Word count: 116

My heart makes me think every day of you
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
My heart makes me think every day
Of you, beautiful, good and without peer,
A rose fragrant like nectar
Young, well-bred, white as wool,
Loving, wise in discussion.

No other than you can I love
Or seek or honour,
My lady full of every beauty.
  My heart makes me think every day
  Of you, beautiful, good and without peer,
  A rose fragrant like nectar.

I am overjoyed and wish to sing
And there is no bitterness in my heart
For I have every worldly joy
Without either sadness or pain
When I can see your lovely clear face.

My heart makes me think every day
Of you, beautiful, good and without peer,
A rose fragrant like nectar
Young, well-bred, white as wool,
Loving, wise in discussion.

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This text was added to the website: 2012-05-22
Line count: 21
Word count: 126