Quant en moy - Guillaume de Machaut (Motet Isorythmique) video free download

Quant en moy -- Guillaume de Machaut (c. 1300 - 1377) (Paroles ce-dessous/lyrics below)

Motet Isorythmique de Guillaume de Machaut. Remarquez le rythme complexe des voix et la façon nerveuse et élégante dont elles se combinent.

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"Quant en moy vint premierement

Amours, si tres doucettement

me vost mon cuer enamourer

que d'un resgart me fist present.

et tres amoures sentiment

me donna aveuc doulz penser.

espoir d'avoir

Merci sans refuser.

Mais onques en tout mon vivant

Hardement ne me vost donner;

et si me fait en desirant

penser si amoureusement

que, par force de desirer.

ma joie convient en tourment

muer, se je n'ay hardement.

Las! et je n'en puis recouvrer.

qu'Amours secours ne me wet nul prester.

qui en ses las si durement

me tient que n'en puis eschaper;

ne je ne weil, qu'en atendant

sa grace je weil humblement

toutes ces doleurs endurer.

Et s'Amours loyal se consent

que ma douce dame au corps gent

me weille son ami clamer.

je scay, de vray que aray, sans finer.

joie qu'Amours a fin amant

doit pour ses maus guerredonner.

Mais elle atent trop longuement

et j'aimme si follettement

que je n'oze merci rouver.

car j'aim mieus vivre en esperant

d'avoir merci procheinnement

que Refus me veingne tuer.

Et pour ce di en souspirant:

Grant folie est de tant amer

que de son doulz face on amer."

(Translation)

!When Love first came to me so very sweetly.

my heart - which, by a look.

made me a presentation.

and gave me a very amorous feeling.

Hope to have Pity without refusal.

together with a sweet thought -

wanted me to fall in love.

But never in all my life

did She want to give me courage.

And thus, by desiring.

She made me think so amorously that.

by the strength of desire.

my joy must change to torment.

if I do not have courage.

Alas! and I cannot obtain that Love.

who holds me so firmly in Her grasp

that I cannot escape.

would wish to provide me with help.

Nor do I want to escape.

for by waiting for Her grace.

I wish humbly to endure all these pains.

And if loyal Love consents

that my sweet lady with the beautiful body

wishes to call me her love.

I know, in truth, that I will have unending joy.

with which Love should recompense

a true lover for his pains.

But She waits too long.

and I love so madly

that I dare not ask for mercy.

for I prefer to live in hope

of soon having mercy

that that Refusal would come to kill me.

And for this reason, sighing I say:

It is great folly to love so much

that one makes bitterness from one's grief.