XXIII
Scone wort bit soeten sange
Scone wort bit soeten sange
troosten dicke swaren moet.
die mach men gerne halden lange,
want sie siin ons altoos goet.
ich singe bit vele droeven moede
dore die scone ende die goede.
op heren troost ich wilen sanc:
sie hevet mich mistroost, des is te lanc.
Here stonde bat dat sie mich trooste
dan ich dore sie gelage doot,
want sie mich wilen ere erlooste
uut maneger angestliker noot.
alse sie't geboetet, ich bin here dode,
mare iedoch so sterve ich node.
hebbe ich ane here noch goeden troost,
ich sal van allen sorgen siin erloost.
XXIII
Pleasing words to tuneful singing
Pleasing words to tuneful singing
can relieve a dreary mood.
in our thoughts they long stay clinging
for their influence is good.
Now my song is sad in mood,
Lovely though she be and good.
Once for solace was my singing:
she caused grief to halt my clinging.
Worse had solace been if suffered
than from envy to face death.
formerly much help she proffered
when from dread I gasped for breath.
I for her would fain meet death,
yet would live till my last breath.
should I spurn her help if proffered,
gone were all the cares I’ve suffered.
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