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12. Balade: «J’ay tout perdu; le festu est rompu» Un souvenir d’amor asavouré, Chiere dame, avez en mon cuer mis, Par quoy Espoir est en moy demouré Sans recevoir le don de «fins amis». Apresté suis pour obeir toudiz A bonne fin. Si en dy con irascu: «J’ay tout perdu; le festu est rompu.» Dame d’onneur ou Dieu a estouré Beaulté, bonté, sens, honneur et advis, Se le mien corps n’est de vous honnoré, A tousjours mais, tant com je seray vis, En maudiray Desir qui m’a surpris, Quant Doulx Espoir m’a son arc destendu. J’ay tout perdu; le festu est rompu. Onquez Tristam ne fut si couloré D’ardant desir pour Yseult au cler vifz Comme je suis, combien que labouré Sens je griefs maulx et muablez delis. Soppirs et plours qui en moy sont assis Me font souvent chanter con irascu: «J’ay tout perdu; le festu est rompu.»

12. Ballade: “I have lost everything; the straw is broken” A delicious memory of love, Dear lady, you have placed within my heart, By which Hope has resided in me Without receiving the gift of “true lover.” I am always ready to obey For a good purpose. Yet I say like a bitter one, “I have lost everything; the straw is broken.” Lady of honor, in whom God has placed Beauty, goodness, sense, honor, and wisdom, If my person is not esteemed by you, Forever more, as long as I am alive, I will curse Desire, which overtook me When Sweet Hope bent its bow towards me. I have lost everything; the straw is broken. Never was Tristam so tinged With burning desire for Iseult of the bright face As I am, such that, agonized, I experience grievous pain and fleeting delights. Sighs and tears, which are set in me, Make me often sing like a bitter one, “I have lost everything; the straw is broken.”

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