Druck en verdriet hebbe ic ontfanghen, ten rand ontganghen, wat sal ic doen? Naar myn schoon lief hebbe ic verlanghen, ghevanghen helas ben ic in haer prisoen. Als ic se zie, myn hert van vreugde lacht zy heeft die macht boven alle vrouwen, zy es myn troost hoewel zyt luttel acht. Duer liefde cracht ben ic vul van rauwe.
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Anxiety and sorrow I have known, I have fled from the world, What can I do? I have longed for my pretty love, But alas I am caught in her prison. When I see her, my heart fills with joy. She has more power Than all other women, She is my solace, Though she cares so little. Love’s power Fills me with mourning.