Tant plus ayme, tant plus suy mal amé Tant plus requiers, tant plus suy refussé, Tant plus je veul, tant plus de moy n'a cure, Tant plus me plains, tant plus ma payne est dure, Quant ma dame ne prent de moy pité.
Helas je l'ay servi en loiauté En esperant d'estre reconforté Et toutes fois mon fait n'est qu'aventure. Tant plus ayme, tant plus suy mal amé Tant plus requiers, tant plus suy refussé, Tant plus je veul, tant plus de moy n'a cure.
Mais si luy plaist que je sois appellé Son seul amy et que cessoit son gre, De la servir je metteray paine et cure Car aultre rien certes je ne parcure En attendant sa bonne vollenté.
Tant plus ayme, tant plus suy mal amé Tant plus requiers, tant plus suy refussé, Tant plus je veul, tant plus de moy n'a cure, Tant plus me plains, tant plus ma payne est dure, Quant ma dame ne prent de moy pité. ---------------------------------------------------- The more I love, the more I am poorly loved, The more I beg, the more I am refused, The more I try to please, the more she does not care for me, The more I weep, the harder is my pain Since my lady does not take pity on me.
Alas I have served her with loyalty Hoping to be comforted And every time my effort is just thrown away. The more I love, the more I am poorly loved, The more I beg, the more I am refused, The more I try to please, the more she does not care for me.
But if she was pleased that I be called Her only love, and that her will should weaken, To serve her I would take pains and take care For certainly I shall never gain anything else In awaiting her good will.
The more I love, the more I am poorly loved, The more I beg, the more I am refused, The more I try to please, the more she does not care for me, The more I weep, the harder is my pain Since my lady does not take pity on me.