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Lon dit qu amors est dolce chose,
mais e n'en concis la dolor.
Tote joie m'en est encose,
N'ainz ne senti nul bien d'amor.
Lasse ! mes ma s ne se repose,
Si m'en deplaing et faz clamor
Mar est bafuz qui plorer n'ose
N'en plorant dire sa dolor
Ses duels li port, qui s'ose plaindre,
Plus tost en puet son mal estaindre.
De ce me plaing qu'i ma traïe ;
S'en ai trop grant duel acoilli,
Quant je qui sui leals amie
Ne truis amor en mon ami.
Je fui ainçois de ui baisie,
Si lo fis de m'amor saisi ;
Mais tes baise qui n'aime mie :
Baisier ont maint amant traï.
Ses duels li part, qui s'ose plaindre,
Plus tost en puet son mal estaindre.
Estre cuidai de lui amee
Quant entre ses braz me tenait ;
Cum plus iere d'amors grevee,
A son parler me refaisoit ;
A sa voiz iere si sanee
Cum Piramus quant i moroit :
Navrez en son fane de s'espee,
Au nom Tisbé les iauz ovroit.
Ses duels li part, qui s'ose plaindre,
Plus tost en puet son mol estaindre.

They say that love is a sweet thing
but do not know its sweetness.
All joy is refused me from there
and never did I feel any of its rewards,
Alas! my qrief takes no rest
and thus I complain and protest.
She is beaten in vain who dares not weep
or speak of her grief weeping.
Sfie who dares to weep is released from her sorrow,
and sees her suffering vanish.
I complain that he has betrayed me;
I have felt very great pain because of this,
since I, who am his loyal lady,
do not find any love in my over.
Long ago, I was kissed by him,
and I made him a prisoner of my love;
but there are such who kiss and do not love;
kisses have betrayed many a lover.
She who dares to weep is released from her sorrow,
and sees her suffering vanish.
I thought he loved me
when ne held me in his arms;
when I was most oppressed by love,
he gave me strength by his words;
through the sound of his voice was cured
just like Pyramus when he was dying;
wounded in his side by his own sword,
he opened his eyes on hearing Thisbe's name,
She who dares to weep is released from sorrow,
and sees her suffering vanish.

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