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Pierre de Villiers
(fl.1535 - 1555)
Tristesse, ennui, douleur, mélancolie
(A.T.T.B.)
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Publ. Lyon, 1539.
Lyrics: Anon
Tristesse, ennui, douleur, mélancolie,
Peine et regret, ennemis de jeunesse,
Tiennent mon coeur, et désespoir le lie
Pour mettre à fin ma vie en grand détresse.
Dame, pourtant si une telle oppresse
Mue le teint à ma piteuse face,
Ne tes bais mais bien la cause addresse;
À ta rigueur et non pas à ta grâce.
Sadness, boredom, pain, melancholy,
suffering and regret; these enemies of youth
occupy my heart, and hopelessness draws it
into curtailing my life in great unhappiness.
Madame, if such an hardship
were to alter the tenor of my piteous demeanour,
better to ascribe the reason neither to your kisses
nor to your charm, but to your harshness.
Tristesse, ennui, douleur, mélancolie,
Peine et regret, ennemis de jeunesse,
Tiennent mon coeur, et désespoir le lie
Pour mettre à fin ma vie en grand détresse.
Dame, pourtant si une telle oppresse
Mue le teint à ma piteuse face,
Ne tes bais mais bien la cause addresse;
À ta rigueur et non pas à ta grâce.
Sadness, boredom, pain, melancholy,
suffering and regret; these enemies of youth
occupy my heart, and hopelessness draws it
into curtailing my life in great unhappiness.
Madame, if such an hardship
were to alter the tenor of my piteous demeanour,
better to ascribe the reason neither to your kisses
nor to your charm, but to your harshness.