Jan27
Chanson (Amours retranch. 47)
Pourquoy tournez-vous voz yeux
Gracieux
De moy quand voulez m’occire ?
Comme si n’aviez pouvoir
Par me voir
D’un seul regard me destruire ?
Las ! vous le faites à fin
Que ma fin
Ne me semblast bien-heureuse,
Si j’allois en perissant
Jouïssant
De vostre œillade amoureuse.
Mais quoy ? vous abusez fort,
Cette mort,
Qui vous semble tant cruelle,
Ce m’est vrayment un bonheur
Pour l’honneur
De vous, qui estes si belle.
Why turn away your eyes,
My lady,
From me when you wish to kill me?
As if you had no power
In seeing me
To destroy me with a glance.
Alas, you do it so
That my end
Should not seem fortunate to me,
As I would die
Joyfully
From your loving look.
So what then? You very much misuse me.
This death
Which seems to you so cruel
To me is truly happiness
For your honour
You who are so beautiful.
Only one variant to report: Blanchemain prints the slightly less-convinced “Me semble un gain de bon-heur” 3 lines from the end (‘To me seems an increase in happiness’)