Mirie it is while sumer y-last With fugheles son Oc nu neheth windes blast And weder strong. Ei, ei! What this nicht is long And ich with wel michel wrong Soregh and murne and fast. Перевод:
Merry it is while summer lasts With the song of birds But now draws near the wind’s blasts And harsh weather Alas, alas! How long the night is! And I, most unjustly Sorrow and mourn and fast