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Because that teres, weymenting, and playnte
Scloknis the fyre that langour doith encresse
In wofull, cald, disparit hertis faynte
And suagis oft the furiouse, wood distresse,
I am determyte, the wofull tyme to lesse,
Sum thing to writt, that every wycht may knawe
How Fortune has my joy and blisse ourethrawe.

And thocht I be nocht in endite expert
Nor eloquent, my simpilnese excuse
And have compacioun of my trublit hert,
Wappit in dred, of all the warld refuse.
I will non othiris dolouris feyne nor use,
Nor borow teris in my pen to rayne,
Bot sic as fallis fro myn eyne twayn.

And every noble, stedfast hert and trew
That has ressavit of Fortune the disdeyne
Suld on my bittir rage and sorow rewe.
Suppose I can nocht counterfete nor feyne,
Yitt every noble wicht that mycht acteyne
Sulde help a lovere and his wo redrese;
And gife thai mycht nocht, pleyne his hevynes.

The blak, cloudy thochtis of dispaire
Ar enterit in myn hert, cald and wod,
And it opprest so cruelly and sare
That of the awin verray propir blud
Is went to every eye a diverse flud,
Quhilk beris witnese of my discomfort
Thocht it my bitter woo no wise support.

And gif that worthy Chaucere wer on lyve,
Quhilk was of poetis the honour and the glore,
Myn unresty turment to discrive,
He wald have put it rather in memore
Than ony othir that he wrate before:
The accident is trew and more pitouse
Than was the double sorou of Troilus.

For all my yeris gone of tender age,
I levit at ese in quiete and plesance,
Withoutyn drede, doloure, or yit damnage,
Wele fortunat under Lufis govirnans,
Butt traist of change or ony variance;
Bot quhen Fortune semys most trewe and stable
Than to begyle a wicht scho is most hable.

And syne that Fortune unto non estate
Can be sure, no wise, in no degree,
Is non suld traist ay to be fortunate
For ony hecht or promise, as think me,
Sen in hir giftis is no propirtee,
Thai ar begilit, sen that hir quhele mon turn,
That traistis alway in wele for to sojurn.

Herefor, as Boece sais, nouthir hie nor lawe,
Big nocht thy house bot on a sekir stane,
Mak thare thy foundment, gif it sall nocht fawe:
Thir hie rochis ar dangerouse ilkane
And law valais with fludis ar ourgane;
Lyve mediate lyf, quho list lang to endure,
For that is baith most proffitable and sure.

Bot syn thare is, as clerkis all diffyne,
Abufe Fortoun a God and Lord eterne,
Quhat is the cause or quhat wicht can devyne
He sufferis Fortune trewe folk to disperne?
I lat it pas, for I can nocht discern;
Bot furth my letter, as I can it write,
I will proceid thareof to thee endite.
   Explicit Prologus

Quho may compleyne my langoure and distresse
But help of you that ar in pane endlese,
Edippus, Pluto, buteles Tantalus?
Help, Piramus, . . . with thy cruell stedfastnese,
Help, Adon and wise Mercurius,
Phebus and Jove, with soroufull Troilus,
Help, Mars, and all that felt hath hevynes,
Me to compleyne my paynis dolorus!

My pure goste, that quakith evir in drede,
I am so baisit, how I sall proceid
In this mater, or quhom on for to pleyne?
Lufe, Fortune, and my lady all, indede,
Ar fremmyt, cruell, and list tak no hede
Unto my pane nor sorow be no meyne.
For treuth I dee and can no grace atteyne:
Thus confortlese, disparit nevir to spede,
I lyve, and false ar cherist that can feyne.

Quham sall I wyte of all this fremmyt chance,
This payn, this turment, wo, and grete pennance?
Fortune? My lady? Or thou, god of Lufe?
May nane bot Fortune and hir govirnance,
Quhilk can nocht suffir no wicht in plesance
Long to remane, apoun hir quhele abufe.
I will non othir chide, nor yit reprufe:
This fals, double ladyis countenance
Is suetast quhen scho will hir grace remufe.

Now gif pane, turment, langoure, and distresse
Without comfort, or punysing giltles,
May cause any lufare to have care,
I have enuch thereof and more, doutlese.
Lak of cherising and all hevynes
That is or may be to my ese contrare,
Dred of deth, manasing of dispare,
Persing thouchtis with cold and hote seiknese,
Me to consume ay hourly mare and mare.

The lang nycht without slepe I lye allone,
With sychis hote as glede full many one,
Aye cursyng kynd and Nature that me wrocht,
Remembring on my wrechit lyf ygone,
Criand, "Thou Jove, my distany dispone!"
Full pitousely and scharp, bot all for nocht:
Is no remede nor reskewe to me brocht!
Thus turnyng faynt and making my mone,
I ly with turment, and with sorow socht:

O Lufe, advert, behold and see:
Tak hede to myne adversitee!
Sen evirmore in all degree
To serve thee myn entent was trewe.
Quhat honour may it be to thee
To sla thine awin with crueltee,
That will on na wise fro thee flee,
Bot humily thy grace persewe?

Being Lord of Pitee, rewe,
Help me the dangere to eschewe
Of fals Fortune quho has rest of newe
My joy, blis, and prosperitee;
For wele thou wist thyself and knewe
Giltlese this Lady me ovrethrewe,
Bot no remede is to argewe
Agaynis hir mutabilitee.

Allace, to long I all this wrong sustene
Agains rycht; was nevir wicht, I wene,
Punyst so sare with pane and care as I!
In vellis tuo ar changit for wo myne eyne.
I wepe, I wale, with hew full paile and grene,
Strekit on ground almost confound I lye,
And oft on deide this to remed I crye!
But Fortune will that I aye still contene:
No medycyne I can nor fyne aspye.

I cry on Venus to relesch my pane
For lufe of Adon, that with the bore was slane!
I crye on Mars for lufe of fresch Cipres;
On Jove for lufe of Eroupe his sovirane;
On Phebus for lufe of hir that hicht Dyane!
I crye on Mercury for Harisse love, I gesse!
I cry on every god and on goddesse
Me to restore unto my blis agane,
But all for nocht: none will my wo redresse.

My grete pennance, my hevy chance and wo,
My sad entent, and scharpe turment also,
Without comfort, quha may report or tell?
My paynis strong sufferit to long ago,
That be no way can nor may have ho?
My hevynes is nothing lese than hell!
My bittir thocht I may it nocht expell
Quhill that my hert with deth departit atwo,
Into this pane I aye remane and duell.

Exempt fro joy, blisse, and comforting;
Fulfild of langoure and vommenting;
With harmes, douchtis, in the sad regne,
I may go dance in habite of murnyng,
To syng the samyn, sory sang thai sing
For lak of comfort and cherising.
My life I feile is evir vanyssing
And non that may will remede to me bring:
Therefor all mirth and gladnese I resing.

And of my life the dedly aventure
With pacience as I may I sall endure
And hald forth aye in treuth contynuance,1
Praying the Lord of Fortune and Nature,
Without quhais help is nocht nor may be sure,2
To gyde or reule all to his hie plesance,
Quhilk ledis the fyn, be just purviance,3
Of every wicht, that Lord the Creatoure
Defend my gost ay fro desperance!

Lo here the fyne, but feyne, of this endite,
Nocht said of malice no wicht to dispite
Bot onely Fortune and hir doubilnese,
Quhilk reft has all my plesance and delite
And maid me both of hope and comfort quite;
Under the traist of treuth and sekirnese,
My deth I sewe with all my besynes
And sa fer as I cunnyng have to writt;
This is my bittir langoure and distresse.

Here endis the Lufaris Complaint, etc.
lamenting, and complaint; (see note); (t-note)
Extinguishes
cold, despairing, faint hearts; (t-note)
assuages; mad distress
determined; decrease
every man
overthrown

though; writing; (t-note)

compassion for; troubled
Stunned (struck down); rejected; (t-note)
no others' sadnesses
tears; rain
But such; two eyes

(see note)
received
Should; take pity
Given that I cannot
man that might be able
relieve; (t-note)
if they; not, commiserate

thoughts
cold and [inducing] madness
sorely
its very own blood
flood
Which bears
Though; [can] endure; (see note); (t-note)

if; alive; (see note)
Who; glory
restless; describe
in writing
any; wrote
occurrence
sorrow

past
lived at ease
sorrow, or yet harm
Very; Love's governance
Without expectation
when; seems
Then to beguile a man she

since
no way, to any degree
should trust always
any vow
Since; substance
They are; since; must; (t-note)
Who trust; good fortune; remain; (t-note)

Therefore; neither; (see note)
Build; except; stable rock
foundation, if; fade; (see note)
These; every one
low valleys; overflowed
[a] moderate; whoever wishes long
both

since there
(see note)
What; what man
[Why] he allows; despair
let; not understand
forth
to write to/for you
"Here ends the Prologue"; (t-note)

Who; (t-note)
Without; pain
hopeless; (see note)
(see note); (t-note)
(see note)
(see note)
(see note)
[of] my sorrowful pains

pure spirit
daunted
matter; [to] whom

distant; wish to
by no means
In truth; die
despairing; succeed
cherished; feign

tell; bad fortune
pain

none but; (see note)
Which can not allow any man
atop her wheel
yet
lady's [i.e., Fortune's]; (see note)
Sweetest when she; remove; (see note)

if pain
punishment guiltless
lover
enough

contrary to my comfort
menacing
piercing thoughts; sickness
more and more

long night
sighs; a burning coal
the natural order and Nature
wretched past life
Crying; dispose
loudly; for naught
remedy or rescue
(t-note)
with sorrow sought [as follows]

turn around; (see note)

Since
(t-note)
What
slay thine own
in no way
humbly; pursue

have pity
avoid
taken away recently; (t-note)

well you yourself were aware
(i.e., Fortune)
remedy [it] is to argue; (see note)
Against

Alas, too; (see note)
never was anyone, I believe
Punished so sorely
Into two wells are; eyes
wail; pale and green; (see note)
destroyed
death; as a remedy (relief)
always still remain (persist)
I know nor end can [I] see

release [me of]; (see note)
love of Adonis; by a boar
for the sake of his love of; (see note)
sovereign; (see note)
is called; (see note)
(see note)


naught; my woe relieve

bad luck
spirit (state of mind)
who
too long
by no means; have ending
less
thought; not
While; divided in two
Within; pain I always


Filled; wailing (lamenting)
misfortunes, doubts; rain
dressed for mourning; (see note)
same sad song they sing

feel; ever
can; remedy (relief)
resign (give up)

fatal event; (see note)
as [well as] I may I shall



guide; high (true)

Of every man
spirit; despair

end, without pretense; (see note)
Not; to disparage anyone
duplicity
Which has taken away
made; deprived
Trusting in truth and security
beg for; diligence
to the extent that I have cunning