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63. Balade: «Ma seule dame, plus que nulle autre amee»
Vostre beauté, ma belle douce dame,
A mon cuer mis en si tresdur party
Que par desir il art tout et enflame
Si asprement que, pour certain, mal vy,
Se bien prochaine ne m’est vostre mercy,
L’eure et le jour que premier vous amay.
Car je sçay bien que pour celle morray,
S’il ne vous plaist a moy reconforter
Prouchainement et ma douleur muer
En la leesse que tant ay desiree.
Et s’ainsy n’est, brief me fauldra finer,
Ma seule dame, plus que nulle autre amee.
Car la douleur qui me point et entamer
Me fait avoir si doulereux soussi
Que pluseurs fois du mal mon cuer se pasme,
En vous priant que par vous resjoy
De la tristesse qui l’a taint et noircy
Soit, s’il vous plaist. Ou autrement bien sçay
Que bien briefment ma vie fineray,
Car en ce point ne pourroit durer
Mon dolent cuer. Et se brief alegier
Ne m’en voulez, la mort me soit donnee,
Si que fauldront les maulx qu’ay a porter,
Ma seule dame, plus que nulle autre amee.
Et s’il vous plaist que je muire, par m’ame,
Trop bien le vueil, car de ce monde cy
Suy ennuié, car je le hé et blasme,
Jusques a tant que par vous adoucy
Soit mon grief mal et mon cuer enrichi
De vostre amour que tant vueil et vouldray
Que saichiez bien, Belle, se je ne l’ay,
Que tout le monde ne me pourroit garder
Qu’il ne me faille la mort brief endurer.
Maiz bien me plaist, s’a vo doulz cuer agree.
Or m’en vueilliez vo vouloir commander,
Ma seule dame, plus que nulle autre amee.
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63. Ballade: “My only lady, beloved more than any other”
Your beauty, my beautiful gentle lady,
Placed my heart in so difficult a state
That out of desire it burns and is inflamed
So sharply that, for certain, I fare poorly
If very soon your mercy is not mine,
On the hour and day that I loved you first.
For I know well that I shall die of this
If it doesn’t please you to comfort me
At once, and to change my sorrow
Into the happiness that I have desired so much.
And if it is not so, soon I must die,
My only lady, beloved more than any other.
For the sorrow that pierces and consumes me
Causes me to have such sorrowful care
That many times my heart faints from the pain
In praying you that it be brought to joy
From the sadness than has colored and darkened it,
If it pleases you. Or otherwise, I know
That very shortly my life will end,
For in this state cannot endure
My grieving heart. And if you do not wish
To relieve me quickly, may death be given to me,
So that the pains that I must bear will cease,
My only lady, beloved more than any other.
And if it please you that I die, by my soul,
I want it very much, for of this world
I am tired, for I hate it and reproach it,
Until by you is softened
My grievous pain, and my heart is enriched
By your love, which I want and will want so much
That, know well, fair one, if I do not have it,
That all the world could not prevent
My being forced soon to suffer death.
But it pleases me well if it pleases your gentle heart.
Now please command of me what you wish,
My only lady, beloved more than any other.
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