His True Love

 

 

 

 

 

  

I have lost my turtledove.
Is that her I hear? What joy!
I’ll go after my true love.

You are grieving your lost love.
Grief is all I can employ;
I have lost my turtledove.

If your love has faith above...
A firmer faith I will enjoy;
I’ll go after my true love.

In complaint recall your love.
Plaints are what I must deploy;
I have lost my turtledove.

I can't see my lovely dove;
beauty here gives me no joy.
I’ll go after my true love.

Death, I’ve called on you above,
take me into your employ.
I have lost my turtledove;
I’ll go after my true love.

 

Villanelle by Jean Passerat

I'ay perdu ma Tourterelle:
Eft-ce point celle que i'oy?
Ie veus aller aprés elle.

Tu regretes ta femelle,
Helas! außi fai-ie moy,
I'ay perdu ma Tourterelle.

Si ton Amour eft fidelle,
Außi est ferme ma foy,
Ie veus aller aprés elle.

Ta plainte fe renouuelle;
Toufiours plaindre ie me doy:
I'ay perdu ma Tourterelle.

En ne voyant plus la belle
Plus rien de beau ie ne voy:
Ie veus aller aprés elle.

Mort, que tant de fois i'appelle,
Pren ce qui fe donne à toy:
I'ay perdu ma Tourterelle,
Ie veus aller aprés elle.