13 Joie me fuit

Antoine Busnoys (1430-1492)
Joie me fuit et doule[ur] me queurt seure Courroux me suit sans q[ue] riens mesequeure Ce q[ui] me tue helas cest souvena[n]ce Je ne cesse loing de mo[n] esperance Mon seul desir e[s]t que briefm[en]t je meure Quant je me dors lors mon esperit labeure Au reveiller dieu scet comme je pleure En demandant de mes maulx allegence Joie me fuit et douleur me queurt seure . . . Je ne scay tour si non mauldire leure Que vis celuy par qui ce mal saveure Mais peut estre quil na pas congnoissance De mon annuy ne de ma desplaisance Pourquoy convient quen ce point je demeure Joie me fuit et douleur me queurt seure . . .	Joy flees me and pain follows me surely. Rage accompanies me with nothing to help me. That which kills me, alas, is remembrance. I cannot cease. Far from my hopes, my only desire is that soon I may die. When I sleep, there my spirit labors. At waking, God knows how I weep, demanding relief from my pains. Joy flees me and pain follows me surely . . . I know of no path if not to curse the hour that I saw the one by whom I taste this pain. But perhaps he has no knowledge of my trouble, nor of my unhappiness - why it is that I remain in this state? Joy flees me and pain follows me surely . . .