Paroles Dassoucy Eng

Divine star, object of my thoughts

Divine star, object of my thoughts,
Would you suffer my kissing your breast?
Lovely Cloris, you would be senseless
If you disapproved of a cause so just:
 Let us follow Love, oh beauty without equal,
 Let us burn from the fires which scorch all.

When you would be a thousand times wilder
And your heart would only be a boulder,
For a kiss that I stole from your lips

Is there a cause worthy of your anger?
 Let us follow Love...

Don't you see, oh insensitive shepherdess!
That the Sun which gives us our days,
Hides its fires and makes itself invisible
Leaving to the night the pleasures of love.
 Let us follow Love…

Sweet objects of my senses, so dear to my delights

Sweet objects of my senses, so dear to my delights,
Lovely places, will I no longer see your charming beauty?
Dear and sacred witnesses of my amorous plights,
I left you so carelessly:
Boulders that so many times,
I affected with my torment
And you, clear fountains,
Will you no longer listen to my voice’s inflections?


You, who despite the time and rigor of the Fates,
Live without experiencing the reach of Death,
Solitary places, delights of the monarchs,
Have pity, beautiful forests, pity my sad destiny:
And you, denizens of the woods,
Confidents of my troubles,
Boulders, clear fountains,
Will you no longer listen to my voice’s inflections?

It is time, adorable princess

It is time, adorable princess
It is time that at your worn feet,
Against the effort of destiny that presses us
To implore your virtues;
But if it is true that among so many charms,
Such goodness and so many sweet traits,
A sad fate triumphs from my tears,
Divine Sun, at least tell it to us.

Because your goodness to which all render homage
Had too many gracious charms for us
To want to live longer
Separated from your eyes:
If it is true then that among so many charms,
Such goodness and so many sweet traits,
A sad fate triumphs from my tears,
Divine Sun, Adieu, it is the end of us.

He is going away, the unfaithful lover

He is going away, the unfaithful lover,
And vainly I follow his footsteps,
He is fleeing and his cruel harshness
Refuses to see my impending death
 He is fleeing, oh, grief! Oh, cruel memory
 He is fleeing and my tears cannot restrain him

He is going away, his heart insensitive,
And now I am going to die:
Alas! His invincible severity
Prevents him from coming to my rescue.
 He is fleeing …

Do I not see a sun

Do I not see a sun
Similar to the star
That chases sleep away?
Yes, I see it, it is fair Sylvie
Whose dazzling eyes
Give me life again.

Do I not see these lovely eyes
My angels and my gods
That shine in these places?
Yes I see it...

How delightful are these woods

How delightful are these woods!
Fortunate sweethearts,
How Love brings contentment there!
Oh gods! How the tranquility of such a lovely place
Is suited to games, to laughing, to love’s pleasures.

When the night at our wishes
Reigniting these fires
Unites down here our amorous hearts.
Oh gods…

No longer hold my heart

No longer keep my heart
Languishing so long,
Inhumane Sylvie;
Alas! If I am to heal,
Hasten, I pray you,
Hasten or I am going to die.

Thus mortels
Leave on your altars
Blood and life;
Alas! If I must perish,
Hasten, I pray you,
Hasten my death.

Unfaithful Amarante

Unfaithful Amarante
With a satisfied ear
Was listening to her shepherd,
Who was saying in his fervor,
Instead of taking revenge
Ah! My heart! My soul!
What shall I do with myself?

I die when I contemplate
Following the inconstancy
Of your fickle spirit,
Do you think my passion
Could ever change?
Ah! My heart!…

You who know my languor

You who know my languor,
Ah! No longer prolong the course of my torment;
Do you think that my heart has enough power
To bear the ardor which consumes me?
Alas! What do you expect? Iris, in expecting too much
You will only find a heart reduced to ashes.

I know well that your eyes will crush me to powder;
That by the torch of love, I will be consumed,
That in the liquid of my tears you will see me dissolved
And die from the beautiful fire by which I am alighted.
Alas! What do you expect…

Dear one that I so lovèd « Mr. Dassoucy's Sarabande »

Dear one that I so lovèd,
Philis, so endearing, so fair,
Since your burning heart
Radiates a new romance;
Pardon me, beautiful Philis,
If I take leave of your charms
And if from now on I laugh
At your sighs and your tears.

Adieu, heart without affection,
Adieu, shepherdess too disloyal,
To secure my passion,
Your moods are too changeable;
To captivate my liberty,
Your charms will have less power,

Than my heart for your beauty
Has cares, pain and suffering.

Spirit of heaven, divine genie

Spirit of heaven, divine genie,
My angel, where have you gone?
Alas! I beg you, return to me
The heart that you stole from me:
To heaven you flew away
With no pity for my weeping
Far from you I am exiled,
Come back, lovely wingèd spirit
Give me back life and your charms.

Absent from you, I am lifeless
And when from my devastated heart
Your light was abducted
My blood flowed in tears;
You should have consoled me
Hearing my sighs and weeping
But your rigours immolated me.
Come back…

If you doubt my extreme love

If you doubt my extreme love
Seeing my tears which fall night and day
Soon death on my pale face

Will apprise you of my love’s excessiveness;

But if my tears, my sighs and my weeping
Are the effects of your charms so sweet,
Mortal angel whose loveliness I adore;
Permit me to exist for you.

But if your eyes that I adore without guile
See the pain that is going to consume me
Do not wait for a mortal offense
To make you see the excesses of my torment.
But if my tears...

It is too much deliberation

It is too much deliberation, on the way to death,
Let us end the asperity of my tragic destiny
To make my lovely one content:
At least she will see in this final effort
My faithful passion.

Let us cease to sigh, let us speak no more of love,
And from now on let us look somewhere else
For a dominion less cruel;
At least she will see when I lose my life
The exorbitance of my martyrdom.

You command me, fair Sylvie

You command me, fair Sylvie
To distance myself from these places,
Could I without losing my life,
Absent myself from your darting glances.
No, no, I could not endure
So much pain and turmoil without dying.

Alas! Must I leave you,
The only object of my love?
Can one abandon so much merit,

Without losing the rest of his days?
No, no…

Live, jubilant lovers

Live, jubilant lovers,
In the sweetness that love has inspired in you;
Live happily, and live so long
That at the end of an entire century one can still tell you,
Live, jubilant lovers.

The most powerful kings
Second our wishes with many pledges,
That to the heavens for you they dispense incense
And that ceaselessly the gods respond willingly
Live, jubilant lovers.

Divine suns, splendid eyes, heavenly beacons, Adieu to the Court of Savoy

Divine suns, splendid eyes, heavenly beacons,
See here three unhappy Icaruses,
Three hearts dying from a mortel blow
Three moths burned by the candle.

Oh, sole hope to which my sadness aspires
End the turmoil from which my soul sighs:
In my blood, oh death! Soak your arms
Abandoning the princess of charms.

Break, my heart, it is time that I expire,
Break, my lute, my bow, and my lyre,
Flow my blood, flow all my tears,
Abandoning the princess of charms.

Goodbye happiness, goodbye past glory
Goodbye light forever eclipsed,
Goodbye sun, goodbye rare princess,
Goodbye, it is done, it is time that I cease.