Alas! And how will I obtain
Any good or joy,
Or what might bring me happiness,
When I cannot listen to
Or gaze upon,
Your delicate sweetness, Lady?
Upon my soul, I do not know,
Nor will I come to know this,
Far distant from you whom I adore,
Because right now, and no delay,
I am put to the test
Of suffering pain in all its forms;
For, long from you, everything bothers
And shakes up
My heart and keeps it miserable.
And so I will die from loving you
Were I to remain
For very long in such frenzy.
Alas! And how will I obtain
Any good or joy,
Or what might bring me happiness,
When I cannot listen to
Or gaze upon,
Your delicate sweetness, Lady?
Nevertheless, as long as I live,
I will remain faithful
To you, intending no foolishness,
And your noble and pleasant person
I will serve
Humbly and to its honour;
And so I cannot endure
If I do not obtain
Comfort from your worthiness,
Opposing the desire that wages war against
And would be the master
Of my heart, which it keeps miserable.
Alas! And how will I obtain
Any good or joy,
Or what might bring me happiness,
When I cannot listen to
Or gaze upon,
Your delicate sweetness, Lady?
Alas! He keeps my true heart
In such distress
That I know not which to choose
As the worst of the ills I suffer;
I have so many of them,
And I am so eager for my return
To you, lady modest and demure.
At this moment there is no path
That I can find, no way at all,
And among the worst things Love might send
My way, it’s that I should be
Far distant from your lovely presence.
Alas! And how will I obtain
Any good or joy,
Or what might bring me happiness,
When I cannot listen to
Or gaze upon,
Your delicate sweetness, Lady?
English: R Barton Palmer � 2018