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I am always grieving, never joyful,<br />
And the more I grieve, the more I am inflamed<br />
By Love.<br />
I lie, indeed, it is not love but a fire<br />
That recurs in this way day after day,<br />
Drains the colour from my face and my complexion<br />
As frost drains the colour from a leaf.<br />
Alas!<br />
Ah, Piramus, what will you do?<br />
How will you behave?<br />
Oh, father who sired me,<br />
Why<br />
Do you not take pity on me now?<br />
If you do not change your mind,<br />
Then either by cunning or by recklessness<br />
I will make sure,<br />
Lovely Tisbé, that I see you,<br />
Or if not, I will die for you.<br />
Know that if I do not have you by consent<br />
I will take you away by force.<br />
Death<br />
Will be my refuge and my comfort<br />
If this terrible sickness afflicts me for much longer<br />
Or if I suffer this injustice for long.<br />
Injustice?<br />
Ah, God, why is some agreement not made<br />
Whereby our parents might be at peace with each other?<br />
We would have fewer people spying on us.<br />
Spying?<br />
I cannot even manage<br />
To find a messenger<br />
Whom I could send to her.<br />
What matter?<br />
It is no use, so help me God.<br />
Ah, father who dwells above,<br />
Put out the fire that besets me so,<br />
The fire<br />
That has deprived me of laughter and enjoyment.<br />
I cannot find a cure anywhere.<br />
My love,<br />
Because of you the colour has left my cheeks,<br />
My body is wounded and my flesh has turned pale.<br />
Fair one, because of you I spend my life<br />
In tears.<br />
May the God of Love yet allow me<br />
To hold her in my arms by night or day,<br />
Either in joy or in sorrow!<br />
Faint,<br />
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