As soon as Marie had come to earth Heaven was upset at it, and wanted to have her back; Our own age had barely time to see her, Before she vanished like a fire in cloud. She came so well-provided with the gifts of Nature And her fair youth had such power That she could almost move rocks with a glance, Such charms and love she had in her look. Now Death enjoys the fair eyes which I loved, The shopfront and smithy where you armed yourself, Love. Now I withdraw from your shattered camp; I want in future to live freely and entirely my own man. Since you were protecting for me the very symbol of your realm, Your power is not great, and I well know it.
Blanchemain has only one minor variant, in the penultimate line which he reads “Puisque tu n’as gardé …” (‘Since you didn’t protect …’)