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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 voi la fleur nouvele Paroir en la praele Et j’oi la fontenele Bruire seur la gravele, Lors mi tient amors nouvele Dont ja ne garai. Se cist maus ne m’asoage Bien sai qu’en morai.
«Je sui sade et brunete Et jone pucelete; S’ai coleur vermeillete, Euz verz, bele bouchete; Si me point la mamelete Que n’i puis durer. Reson est que m’entremete Des douz maus d’amer.
«Certes, se je trouvoie Qui m’en meïst en voie, Volentiers ameroie; Ja por nul nel leroie. Car bien ai oï retrere, Et por voir conter, Que nus n’a parfete joie S’el ne vient d’amer.»
Vers la tose m’avance Por oïr s’acointance; Je la vi bele et blanche, De simple contenance. Ne mist pas en oubliance Ce que je li dis. Maintenant, sanz demorance, S’amor li requis.
Pris la par la main nue, Mis la seur l’erbe dure; Ele s’escrie et jure Que de mon gieu n’a cure: «Ostéz vostre lecheüre! Dex la puist honir! Car tant est asprete et dure Ne la puis souffrir.»
When I see the new flowers appear in the meadow and hear the spring rushing on the pebbles, a new love grips me of which I cannot be cured. If this pain does not recede I know well that I will die of it.
‘I am a pleasing and brown-haired young girl. I have a rosy colour, green eyes, a pretty mouth; my breast pricks me so that I cannot endure it. It is right that I should take on the sweet pains of love.
‘Indeed, if I were to find someone who could set me on that road, I would love him willingly; I would never leave him for anyone. For, indeed, I have heard it said, and claimed as a truth, that nobody has perfect joy unless it comes from love.’
I advanced towards the lass to hear her invitation; I saw that she was fair and white, with an innocent face. She did not ignore what I said to her. At once, without delay, I asked her for her love.
I took her by her bare hand and laid her on the hard grass; she cried aloud and swore that she cared nothing for my game: ‘Stop your wantonness! God make you ashamed of it! for it is so harsh and hard that I cannot endure it.’