16 Mon povre cuer n’a que tristresse

Anonymous, Oxford Can. Misc. 213
Mon povre cuer n’a que tristresse Pour le mal qu’il luy fault souffrir, Tant qu’il ne scet que devenir Puis-que sa dame si le lesse. Que feray je, helas, et qu’esse, Me convient il tel mal sentir. Mon povre cuer n’a que tristresse… Je la puis servir de promesse Et si luy veul entretenir. S’a ce ne se veult consentir, Mourir me faut. Chantes ma messe. Mon povre cuer n’a que tristresse…	My poor heart has but sadness For the pain that it has to endure, Such that it does not know what will become of it Since its lady thus has left it. What shall I do, alas, and what will be? Do I deserve to feel such pain? My poor heart has but sadness… I may serve her by my promise And thus wish to keep her. If she will not consent to that I shall have to die: sing my mass. My poor heart has but sadness…