Latina & Provençau
[Solo per Baritono]
Dies nox et omnia
mihi sun contraria,
virginum colloquia
me fay planszer,
oy suvenz suspirer
plu me fay temer.
O sodales, ludite,
vos qui scitis dicite,
michi mesto parcite,
grand ey dolur,
attamen consulite
per voster honur.
Tua pulchra facies,
me fay planszer milies,
pectus habet glacies.
a remender,
statim vivus fierem
per un baser.
English
[Baritone soloist]
Day, night and everything
is against me,
the chattering of maidens
makes me weep,
and often sigh,
and, most of all, scares me.
O friends, you are making fun of me,
you do not know what you are saying,
spare me, sorrowful as I am,
great is my grief,
advise me at least,
by your honor.
Your beautiful face,
makes me weep a thousand times,
your heart is of ice.
As a cure,
I would be revived
by a kiss.
