Celui que j’aime est si mignon
Que les femmes en sont marries;
Il n’a ni chasses et prairies;
Pas même le moindre pignon! | He whom I love is so pretty
That he blends in with the ladies;
He has neither hunting grounds nor meadows;
Not even the simplest roof! |
Il est de très bonne noblesse,
Et plus brave que ses aieux!
Il est jaloux, un rien le blesse!
Ses étoiles, ce sont mes yeux. | He comes from a very noble family,
And is braver than his ancestors!
He is jealous, the slightest thing wounds him!
His stars are my eyes. |
Et puis, c’est un charmant visage
Fier et tendre, bien à mon gré.
Il ressemble à l’Amour poudré!
C’est pourquoi j’en ai fait mon page! | And what’s more, he has a charming face,
Proud and tender, just to my taste.
He looks like a powdered Cupid!
That’s why I made him my page! |
J’étais en grand habit de Cour,
Fard et mouches, satins, dentelle;
Celui pour qui je me fais belle,
A mes genoux parlait d’amour. | I was in a grand court dress,
All made up, with my moles and rouge, satins and lace;
He for whom I dolled myself up
Was speaking of love at my knees. |
Et mon collier de ruban rose,
Je ne sais comment, s’envola!
Il faut cueilli, comme une Rose
Par le Prince qui passait là! | And my choker of pink ribbon,
I don’t know how, but it flew away!
It was plucked, like a rose,
By the Prince who was passing by! |
“Voici votre ruban, Madame;
Reprenez-le contre un baiser!
Gardez-vous bien de refuser:
En ce cas votre amant rend l’âme.” | “Here is your ribbon, My Lady;
Take it back for a kiss!
Be careful not to refuse,
If you do, your lover may give up his soul.”
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Mon jeune ami, plein de fureur,
Dit: “Madame n’est point en cause!
Il m’appartient, ce ruban rose,
Et je vous tuerai, Monseigneur!” | My young friend, full of rage,
Said: “Madame is not in question!
It belongs to me, this pink ribbon,
And I will kill you, My Lord!” |
Et je le vis, au clair de Lune,
Si joli pendant le combat,
Qu’il fut choisi par la Fortune
Pour que le Prince succombat! | And I saw him, in the moonlight,
So handsome during the fight,
That he was chosen by Fate,
So that the Prince succumbed! |
“Il faut me consoler, Marquise,”
Dit mon page, triste à demi;
“J’ai tué mon meilleur ami!”
C’est pourquoi je lui fus exquise! | “You have to console me, Marquise,”
My page said, half-sadly;
“I have killed my best friend!”
And that’s why I was so delightful to him! |