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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Quant define fueille et flor Que voi la froidure entrer, Lors chant a guise de plor Qu’autrement ne puis chanter. Mes a la gent vueil monstrer Se ma dame a grant honor De son bon ami grever.
Mes cuers me fet grant iror Qui ne m’en lesse torner; Ançois double chascun jour Son vouloir de moi lasser. Quant loisir ai d’esgarder, Seigneurs, se je faz folor, Mult me par devroit peser.
Se je l’aim de fine amour Je n’en faz pas a blasmer, Qu’en li a tant de valor Que ne la puis trop amer; Mes pour Dieu li vueil mander Que tant m’ost de ma dolor Que l’autre puisse porter.
S’onques hons merci trouva Je n’i doi mie faillir; Onques mes riens tant n’ama Com je faz en lonc consir. Si ne me doi repentir: Com cil qui tant servi a Ne doit perdre pour souffrir.
Ja nului tort ne fera S’ele m’i lesse morir; Que siens sui, si m’ocirra Quant li vendra a plesir; N’Amours n’en doit pas mentir Puis qu’ele a li me dona. Bien me doi en ce tenir.
Gace Brulé (c1160-after 1213)
When leaf and flower wither as I see the cold season begin, then I sing in the manner of weeping because I cannot sing in any other way. I wish to show people if my lady derives much honour from distressing her good lover.
My heart causes me great sadness from which I cannot turn away; indeed, her desire to discourage me doubles each day. My lords, when I have the opportunity to reflect upon whether I am behaving foolishly, that must weigh upon me very heavily.
I am not to be blamed if I love her with refined love, because there is so much worth in her that I cannot love her too much; but, by God, I desire to ask her that she soothe enough of my pain that I may bear the other. [i.e. the pain of death]
If ever a man found mercy I ought not to fail to have it; no creature ever loved as much as I do in long distress. I must not regret it: one who has served so much should not lose out for having suffered.
She will do no wrong if she lets me die of it; because I am hers she may slay me when it pleases her; but Love should not be false in that regard since Love gave me to her. I must trust to that.