Pleysir soulas desduit et joye,
Bonne sainte prendre ma voye,
Et belle dame pour amour
Sans maul penser ne nul faulx tour,
C’est quant certes qu’avoir vouldroye.
Et m’est advis que je seroye
Plus enviereux qu’altre que voye
Et viveroye en grant doulchour.
Pleysir soulas desduit et joye…
Dont en pensant souvent m’annoye,
Disant comment [helas n’aroye]
Aucun remede a ma dolour,
Qui tant me blesse et nuit et jour,
Mais je ne scay prendre la voye.
Pleysir soulas desduit et joye…
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Pleasure, solace, delight and joy,
Good saint take my path,
And, beautiful lady, for love,
Without bad thoughts, nor wrong turns,
Is what I would certainly like to have.
And my opinion is that I would be
More envied than any other
And would live in great sweetness.
Pleasure, solace, delight and joy…
Of which, in my thoughts, I often am plagued,
Complaining of how, alas, I shall not have
Any remedy for my pain
Which so injures me night and day,
But I know not how to find the way.
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