Dueil angoisseux (Gilles Binchois)

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Editor: Patrick Elvin (submitted 2010-12-02).   Score information: A4, 40 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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Title: Dueil Angoisseus
Composer: Gilles Binchois
Lyricist: Christine de Pisan^{create page}

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Unknown

Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
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French text Dueil engoisseux, rage desmesurée, Grief desespoir, plein de forsennement, Langour sansz fin et vie maleürée Pleine de plour, d'angoisse et de tourment, Cuer doloreux qui vit obscurement, Tenebreux corps sur le point de partir Ay, sanz cesser, continuellement; Et si ne puis ne garir ne morir. Fierté, durté de joye separée, Triste penser, parfont gemissement, Angoisse grant en las cuer enserrée, Courroux amer porté couvertement Morne maintien sanz resjoïssement, Espoir dolent qui tous biens fait tarir, Si sont en moy , sanz partir nullement; Et si ne puis ne garir ne morir. Soussi, anuy qui tous jours a durée, Aspre veillier, tressaillir en dorment, Labour en vain, à chiere alangourée En grief travail infortunéement, Et tout le mal, qu'on puet entierement Dire et penser sanz espoir de garir, Me tourmentent desmesuréement; Et si ne puis ne garir ne morir. Princes, priez à Dieu qui bien briefment Me doint la mort, s'autrement secourir Ne veult le mal ou languis durement; Et si ne puis ne garir ne morir.

English translation Anguished grief, immoderate fury, grievous despair, full of madness, endless languor and a life of misfortune, full of tears, anguish and torment, doleful heart, living in darkness, wraithlike body on the point of death, are mine continually without cease; and thus I can neither be healed nor die. Harsh disdain, bereft of joy, sad thoughts, deep sighs, great anguish locked in a weary heart, bitter distress endured in secret, mournful demeanour without gladness, foreboding which dries up all hope, are in me and never leave me; and thus I can neither be healed nor die. Worry and annoyance everlasting, bitter waking, troubled sleep, I labour in vain, with languid expression, destined to grievous torment, and all the ill which one could ever say or think, without hope of relief, torment me immoderately; and thus I can neither be healed nor die. Princes, pray to God that very soon he may grant me death, if he does not wish by any other means to remedy the ill in which I painfully languish; and thus I can neither be healed nor die.