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149221 : Janequin : O mal d'aimer, qui tous maux passes : sheet music
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Publ. Paris, 1544. This edition is offered at original pitch for A.T.T.B. or transposed up an octave for S.A.A.T.
Lyrics: Anon
O mal d'aimer, qui tous maux autres passes;
O mal d'aimer, qui les hommes martires;
O mal, O mal d'aimer, qui veux que je trépasse;
O mal qui fais que mon las coeur empire;
Or sus tous maux éponge, qui attires
Complaintes, pleurs, ennuis, gémissements;
O mal qui n'as devant n'y après pire,
Un jour sois las de me livrer tourment.
O lovesickness, surpassing all other ills;
O lovesickness which makes martyrs of men;
O lovesickness that wants me to waste away;
O pain that makes my weary heart worse,
and, more than any other pain, a sponge that sucks up
laments, tears, worries, moans;
O pain, peerless both hitherto and henceforth,
would that one day you would tire of causing me anguish.
O mal d'aimer, qui tous maux autres passes;
O mal d'aimer, qui les hommes martires;
O mal, O mal d'aimer, qui veux que je trépasse;
O mal qui fais que mon las coeur empire;
Or sus tous maux éponge, qui attires
Complaintes, pleurs, ennuis, gémissements;
O mal qui n'as devant n'y après pire,
Un jour sois las de me livrer tourment.
O lovesickness, surpassing all other ills;
O lovesickness which makes martyrs of men;
O lovesickness that wants me to waste away;
O pain that makes my weary heart worse,
and, more than any other pain, a sponge that sucks up
laments, tears, worries, moans;
O pain, peerless both hitherto and henceforth,
would that one day you would tire of causing me anguish.


