CUER DESIROUS APAIE ... A HONEYED CONSOLATION ...
Blondel de Nesle trans. James H.Donalson
Cuer desirous apaie
Douçours et confors;
Par joie d'amour vraie
Sui en baisant mors.
S'encor ne m'est autres dounez,
Mar fui onques de li privez.
A morir sui livrez,
Se trop le me delaie.

Premiers baisiers est plaie
D'Amours dedenz cors;
Mout m'angoisse et esmaie,
si ne pert defors.
He! las! por coi m'en sui vantez!
Ja ne me puet venir santez,
Se ce, dont sui navrez,
ma bouche ne rassaie.

Amours, vous me feïstes
Mon fin cuer trichier,
Qui tel savour meïstes
En son douz baisier,
A morir li avez apris,
Se pluz n'i prent qu'il n'i a pris;
Dont m'est il bien a vis,
Qu'en baisant me trahistes.

Certes, mout m'atraisistes
Juene a cel mestier;
N'ainc nului n'i vous istes
Fors moi engignier.
Je sui li plus loiauz amis.
Cui onques fust nus biens pramis.
He! las! tant ai je pis!
Amours, mar me nourristes!

Se je Dieu tant amaisse,
Con je fais celi,
Qui si me painne et lasse,
J'eüsse merci;
Qu'ainc amis de meilleur voloir
ne la servi pour joie avoir,
Con j'ai fait tout pour voir
Sanz merite et sanz grasse.

Se de faus cuer proiaisse,
Dont je ne la pri,
Espoir je recovraisse;
Maiz n'est mie einsi.
Amours, trop me faites doloir;
Et se vous serf sanz decevoir,
Ce me tient en espoir:
Qu'Amours nevre et repasse.
A honeyed consolation
will soothe anxious hearts
by true love's exultation
I die by a kiss
unless another's given me
I never will be free of it.
I'm delivered to death
If there's too much delaying.

At first, a kiss is pleasure
of Love in the heart:
it brings dismay and anguish
if it's lost without;
ah, then alas, why should I boast
my health no longer can return
by what I'm deprived of:
my mouth has no returning.

Love, you have made within me
a treacherous heart,
for you've put such a savor
into your sweet kiss
that you have taught it how to die
unless it takes more than it did
wherefore I clearly see
in kissing, you've betrayed me.

You surely drew me greatly
while young, to this means.
You never would deceive
another, just me.
I am the loyallest of friends
who ever had a promise made;
ah! so much worse for me!
Love, you have served me badly.

Had I loved God so greatly
as I have loved her,
and if I were tormented
I'd have mercy then,
And even well-intentioned friends
have been no help in having joy
as I've done all to see
unthanked and unrewarded.

If I asked out of falseness
(but that's not the case)
I could get back my hoping,
but it's not like that.
O Love, you make me ache too much
and if I serve without deceit
this will keep up my hopes,
for Love heals what he wounded.

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