Guillaume de Machaut: Tels rit au main qui au soir pleure (Le Remède de Fortune), Sibil•la Ensemble

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Guillaume de Machaut (1300 - 1377)
Complainte: Tels rit au main qui soir pleure
from 'Le Rèmede de Fortune'
Sibil•la Ensemble
audio and video production, voice and gothic harp by Kristia Michael
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\Translation\
He laughs in the morning who weeps at night,
And a man trusts that Love labors
To his benefit though she launches an assault
And does him an evil turn,
And he thinks Joy hastens his way
To help when in fact she never budges.
Now Fortune is the source of all this harm
As she turns her wheel,
Not waiting for day to dawn
To start it in motion; rather she never rests,
But turns, turns again, and turns it all around
Until she brings to the very top
The man lying defeated in the gutter;
The one on top she conveys to the bottom,
Distressing and discouraging in a flash
Those who are most happy.
[...]
Desire does this, scorching and scarring
My heart with a flame so horrific
No man or woman in the world
Can provide
The cure except my lady herself,
Who burns and sets it ablaze, who sears
And singes it with the love’s flame;
Nor will she make an end.
Fortune is the cruel neighbor of the heart,
Which Love assaults and assails,
And so I expect death will soon seize
Me with no further wrong committed.
But if my life ends thus,
To my lady, whom I love with a pure affection,
I’ll render up my soul,
My hands joined, my head bowed.

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