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70. La Complainte de l’an nouvel  
			 
			Jadis m’avint que par merancolie, 
			De toutes gens me pris a eslongnier. 
			Pour estre seul, laissay la compaignie. 
			Au bois alay jouer et soulacier, 
			La nuit devant que l’an doit commencier. 
			Mais je n’eus pas alé moult longuement 
			Que j’escoutay la voix d’un chevalier 
			Qui se plaignoit d’amours trop durement. 
			 
			Le chevalier disoit en sa complainte: 
			«Certes, Amours, de vous plaindre me doy, 
			Et si sçay bien que po me vault ma plainte. 
			Car vous n’avez nulle pitie de moy. 
			Helas, Amour, or me dites de quoy 
			Je doy mon cuer au matin estrener, 
			Puis qu’ainsi est que ma dame ne voy 
			Au jour de l’an qui demain doit entrer. 
			 
			«Demain aront pluseurs la bonne estraine 
			Qui la prendront en leurs dames veir, 
			Et je n’aray fors que douleur et paine. 
			Bien suis usez a tel don recevoir. 
			Amour, Amour, nulz homs ne peust savoir 
			L’estat de vous s’il ne l’a esprouvé. 
			Et quant chascun en dira son voloir, 
			Je me plaindray de ce que j’ay trouvé. 
			 
			«Je me plaindray d’Amours et de ma dame, 
			Qui sont cause de tout mon desconfort. 
			Mais je ne veil a nul donner le blasme 
			Fors a mon cuer, qui amer me fait si fort. 
			Et si voy bien que tuit trois sont d’accort 
			De moy mener a fin prochainement. 
			Amour me hait, ma dame veult ma mort, 
			Et je voy bien que mon cuer le consent. 
			 
			«Mez yeulx en ont aussi tort, ce me samble, 
			Car il n’est cuer qui peust tenir d’amer 
			Puis qu’il veist tant de beautez ensamble 
			Comme l’en peust en ma dame trouver. 
			Et quant le cuer fait les yeulx regarder 
			Et leur regart font le cuer amoureux, 
			L’un ne porroit par droit l’autre blasmer, 
			Mais de ma part, je me plaing de tous deux. 
			 
			«De eulz me plaing, et si me doy bien plaindre, 
			Car je les truis mes mortelx anemis. 
			Nulz d’eulz n’y a qui poy se veille faindre 
			Pour moy geter dez bas ou ilz m’ont mis. 
			Chascun d’eulz deux deust estre mes amis 
			Et moy garder ainsi comme leur corps. 
			Et ce sont ceulz qui tousdiz me font pis. 
			En eulz ne tient que pieça ne sui mors. 
			 
			«C’est le guerdon que j’ay de mon servise. 
			Certes, Amours, bien m’avez guerdonné! 
			Sur moy avez toute la paine mise, 
			Ne nul confort ne m’en avez donné. 
			Jadis estoit le plus de ma santé 
			En regarder celle qui tant me plaist. 
			Or sui par vous en tel lieu arrivé 
			Ou ne la voy, dont trop fort me desplaist.» 
			 
			Le chevalier qui menoit tele vie 
			De cuer parfont bien souvent souspiroit. 
			Il sambloit bien qu’il eust grant envie 
			De retourner la ou son cuer estoit. 
			Et quant son plaint recommencier vouloit, 
			Je vins avant pour le reconforter, 
			Et le getay du penser qu’il avoit. 
			Aussi li fis sa complainte cesser. 
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70. The New Year’s Complaint  
			 
			Once it happened that, out of melancholy, 
			I chose to be apart from everyone else. 
			To be alone, I left all company. 
			I went to the wood to play and to seek comfort, 
			The night before the year was to begin. 
			But I hadn’t gotten very far 
			When I heard the voice of a certain knight 
			Who was complaining very strongly about love. 
			 
			The knight was saying in his complaint: 
			“Surely, Love, I must complain about you, 
			And yet I know well that little avails my plaint. 
			For you have no pity upon me. 
			Alas, Love, then tell me the reason why 
			I ought to offer my heart as a gift in the morning, 
			Since it is thus, that I do not see my lady 
			This New Year’s Day which is to come tomorrow. 
			 
			“Tomorrow many will have good fortune, 
			Who will receive it just in seeing their ladies, 
			And I will have nothing but grief and pain. 
			Well am I used to receiving such a gift. 
			Love, Love, no one can understand 
			Your nature unless he has experienced it. 
			And when everyone reveals his wish, 
			I will complain about what I have found. 
			 
			“I will complain of Love and of my lady, 
			Who are the cause of all of my distress. 
			But I don’t want to put blame on anyone 
			Except my heart, which makes me love so strongly. 
			And yet I see that all three are in accord 
			To lead me imminently to my end. 
			Love hates me, my lady wishes my death, 
			And I see clearly that my heart consents. 
			 
			“My eyes are also wrong, it seems to me, 
			For there is no heart that can refrain from loving 
			When it sees so much beauty joined together 
			As one can discover in my lady. 
			And when the heart makes the eyes look, 
			And their looking makes the heart fall in love, 
			One could not rightly blame the other, 
			But for my part, I complain of both. 
			 
			“I complain about them, and well should I complain, 
			For I consider them my mortal enemies. 
			Neither of them is only slightly reluctant 
			To raise me up after having thrown me down. 
			Each of these two ought to be my friend 
			And protect me just as they would themselves. 
			And it is they who constantly make me worse. 
			They are not to thank that I’m not long dead. 
			 
			“That is the reward that I have for my service. 
			Truly, Love, you have well rewarded me! 
			On me you have placed all the pain, 
			And you haven’t given me any consolation. 
			Formerly the best part of my well-being 
			Was to look upon her who pleases me so much. 
			Now through you I have come to such a place 
			That I do not see her, which greatly troubles me.” 
			 
			The knight who led such a life 
			Often sighed from deep within his heart. 
			Well did it seem that he desired greatly 
			To return there where his heart remained. 
			And when he wanted to resume his plaint, 
			I came forward in order to comfort him, 
			And I freed him from the thought he had. 
			I also made him cease his complaint. 
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