by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation © by David Wyatt

Tant plus ayme
Language: French (Français) 
Our translations:  ENG
Tant plus ayme, tant plus suy mal amé
Tant plus requiers, tant plus suy refussé,
Tant plus je veul, tant plus de moy n'a cure,
Tant plus me plains, tant plus ma payne est dure,
Quant ma dame ne prent de moy pité.

Helas je l'ay servi en loiauté
En esperant d'estre reconforté
Et toutes fois mon fait n'est qu'aventure.
  Tant plus ayme, tant plus suy mal amé
  Tant plus requiers, tant plus suy refussé,
  Tant plus je veul, tant plus de moy n'a cure.

Mais si luy plaist que je sois appellé
Son seul amy et que cessoit son gre,
De la servir je metteray paine et cure
Car aultre rien certes je ne parcure
En attendant sa bonne vollenté.

  Tant plus ayme, tant plus suy mal amé
  Tant plus requiers, tant plus suy refussé,
  Tant plus je veul, tant plus de moy n'a cure,
  Tant plus me plains, tant plus ma payne est dure,
  Quant ma dame ne prent de moy pité.

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  • ENG English (David Wyatt) , title 1: "The more I love", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website: 2012-06-06
Line count: 21
Word count: 164

The more I love
Language: English  after the French (Français) 
The more I love, the more I am poorly loved,
The more I beg, the more I am refused,
The more I try to please, the more she does not care for me,
The more I weep, the harder is my pain
Since my lady does not take pity on me.

Alas I have served her with loyalty
Hoping to be comforted
And every time my effort is just thrown away.
  The more I love, the more I am poorly loved,
  The more I beg, the more I am refused,
  The more I try to please, the more she does not care for me.

But if she was pleased that I be called
Her only love, and that her will should weaken,
To serve her I would take pains and take care
For certainly I shall never gain anything else
In awaiting her good will. 

The more I love, the more I am poorly loved,
The more I beg, the more I am refused,
The more I try to please, the more she does not care for me,
The more I weep, the harder is my pain
Since my lady does not take pity on me.

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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: 2012-06-06
Line count: 21
Word count: 196