The Valley Song - Gil Vicente

My lady now no more takes pleasure 

privily with me perpending — 

Alack for pains that are unending!

For oh, my lady once did tell me 

she would speak with me one day; 

But ah, because of my offending, 

now she saith she never may — 

Alack for pains that are unending!

For oh, my lady once did tell me 

she had something she would say; 

But ah, because of my offending, 

now she will not look my way — 

Alack for pains that are unending!

For oh, because of my offending, 

she doth ever say me nay; 

So out into the wide world wending, 

whither fortune leads, I stray — 

Alack for pains that are unending!

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Gil Vicente [called the Troubadour] (c. 1465 – c. 1536) Portugal

Translated by George Young

Source: Portugal, an anthology, by George Young, The Clarendon Press, 1916