Or suis je bien (Jean Lecocq): Difference between revisions

From ChoralWiki
Jump to navigation Jump to search
(page created)
 
Line 24: Line 24:
{{Text|French}}
{{Text|French}}
<poem>
<poem>
Or suis je bien au pire de mes malheureulx jours
Or suis je bien au pire de mes malheureulx jours:
mon cas fort trop sempire et me vont a rebours.
mon cas fort trop sempire et me vont a rebours.
Et tout cela me font amours
Et tout cela me font amours
don jendure grief martire
don jendure grief martire.
sy nay de vous aultre secours.
Sy nay de vous aultre secours,
Force sera que me retire.
force sera que me retire.
</poem>
</poem>
{{Translation|English}}
''by [[User:Mick Swithinbank|Mick Swithinbank]]
<poem>
Now I have plumbed the depths of my darkest days:
My woes press upon me; nought my suffering allays.
Love alone is to blame
And threatens my poor wits to craze.
Pray succour love's flame
Or see me go my ways.
</poem>
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Sheet music]]
[[Category:Renaissance music]]
[[Category:Renaissance music]]

Revision as of 08:46, 3 February 2010

Music files

L E G E N D Disclaimer How to download
ICON SOURCE
File details.gif File details
Question.gif Help


CPDL #20918: Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Finale 2008
Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2010-01-29).   Score information: A4, 3 pages, 97 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes:

General Information

Title: Or suis je bien
Composer: Jenin Le Cocq

Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: STTTBB

Genre: SecularChanson

Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1550

Description:

External websites:

Original text and translations

French.png French text

Or suis je bien au pire de mes malheureulx jours:
mon cas fort trop sempire et me vont a rebours.
Et tout cela me font amours
don jendure grief martire.
Sy nay de vous aultre secours,
force sera que me retire.

English.png English translation by Mick Swithinbank

Now I have plumbed the depths of my darkest days:
My woes press upon me; nought my suffering allays.
Love alone is to blame
And threatens my poor wits to craze.
Pray succour love's flame
Or see me go my ways.