Hey there, worthy lady!
Your sweet appearance
Has taken me without a fight,
But, in this capture, wounded me
Gravely without a lance.
For your soft, smiling grey eyes
And your demure demeanor
And your gracious welcome,
So full of your pleasant way,
Have through their power made it happen
That the love I have, the hope,
The joy, the cheerfulness,
As well as all my trust
Remain with you alone.
Hey there, worthy lady!
Your sweet appearance
Has taken me without a fight,
But, in this capture, wounded me
Gravely without a lance.
There’s no other way I can tell you,
My lady dear, what I want,
Since when the urge to reveal
My love to you in my pleading,
Fear prevents me from saying
To you what misery is mine,
And Disdain, which rises up
In you, keeps me away from you
Through Haughtiness.
Hey there, worthy lady!
Your sweet appearance
Has taken me without a fight,
But, but in this capture, wounded me
Gravely without a lance.
And so, lady so beautiful and unprideful,
Whom I love with a love complete,
On your account I experience so great a pain
When you act disdainfully to me in this way
That I then fear slipping
Into desperation.
And so I am in danger
Of dying, if I receive
No comfort from you soon.
Hey there, worthy lady!
Your sweet appearance
Has taken me without a fight,
But, but in this capture, wounded me
Gravely without a lance.
English: R Barton Palmer © 2016