Souvent Souspire (Troubadour Song)

Language: Middle French

 

Often sighing, my heart for you
loveliest one in the empire
She torments me so much that I dare not describe it
Often she makes me weep to the point of laughter
She knows well how to refuse me 
and despises me more than all others
No one could describe her body on wax
nor write about it
When I look at her she kills me
and sets me on fire