by
Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
Contre mon gré l'atrait de tes beaux yeux
Language: French (Français)
Contre mon gré l'atrait de tes beaus yeus
Donte mon cœur, mais quand je te veus dire
Quell'est ma mort, tu ne t'en fais que rire,
Et de mon mal tu as le cœur joïeus.
Puis qu'en t'aimant je ne puis avoir mieus,
Soufre du moins que pour toi je soupire:
Assés et trop ton bel oeil me martire,
Sans te moquer de mon mal soucieus.
Moquer mon mal, rire de ma douleur,
Par un dedain redoubler mon malheur,
Haïr qui t'aime, et vivre de ses pleintes,
Rompre ta foi, manquer [de]1 ton devoir,
Cela, cruelle, [et]2 n'est-ce pas avoir
Tes mains de sang, et d'homicide teintes?
Available sung texts: (what is this?)
• G. Boni View original text (without footnotes)
1 Boni: "à"
2 Boni: "hé"
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Settings in other languages, adaptations, or excerpts:
- Also set in French (Français), [adaptation] ; composed by François Regnard.
- Also set in French (Français), [adaptation] ; composed by Louis Théodore Gouvy.
Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , "Against my wish", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 14
Word count: 109
Against my wish
Language: English after the French (Français)
Against my wish, the attraction of your lovely eyes
Tames my heart, but when I want to say to you
That it is my death too, you do nothing but laugh
And in my pain your heart rejoices.
As in loving you I can have no better
At least let me yearn for you
Enough and more suffering your lovely eye brings me
Without you laughing at the pain of my yearning.
Mocking my pain, laughing at my sadness,
Doubling my misfortune by your disdain,
Hating him who loves you, and living for his groans
Breaking your word, failing to do what you should --
All this, cruel one, [isn't]1 it like having
Blood on your hands, stained by murder?
View original text (without footnotes)
1 Boni: "oh isn't"
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Line count: 14
Word count: 120