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15. Balade: «Car j’ay perdu ma jeunesse, ma joye»
Fouir m’en fault a chace d’esperon,
Loing de tous biens, ou Deser de Tristour,
Et y feray lever une maison
Pour moy mucier, en ung petit destour.
La vueil languir, sans faire autre labour,
A celle fin, que plaisance ne voye,
Car j’ay perdu ma jeunesse, ma joye.
Mais diverse en sera la cloyson
De ce pourpris ou feray mon sejour.
Courroux, Soussy, Despit et Marrison
Feront le mur et yront entour,
Et Desespoir sera donjon et tour.
C’est le retrait ou il fault que je soye,
Car j’ay perdu ma jeunesse, ma joye.
Il y aura, car c’est tresbien raison,
Ung jardinnet de merveilleux atour
Qui, en tous temps, sera en sa saison
D’estre chargé d’Ennuy et de Doulour.
Et ou milieu, ung grant fleuve de plour.
De m’esnoyer seray souvent en voye,
Car j’ay perdu ma jeunesse, ma joye.
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15. Ballade: “For I have lost my youth and my joy”
Flee I must, as fast as I can spur,
Far from all good into the Desert of Sadness,
And I will have a house constructed there
In which to hide, in an isolated corner.
There I wish to languish, without further labor,
To this end, that I see no pleasure.
For I have lost my youth and my joy.
But diverse will be the enclosure
Of the dwelling in which I’ll make my stay.
Anger, Worry, Scorn, and Sadness
Will make up the walls that run around it,
And Despair will be the keep and tower.
That is the retreat in which I must reside,
For I have lost my youth and my joy.
There will be, since it is very fitting,
A little garden of wondrous character,
That will be in season throughout the year
And overgrown with Sorrow and Affliction.
And in the middle, a great river of tears.
I will often be found there, drowning myself,
For I have lost my youth and my joy.
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(see note)
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