Alison Poem by Anonymous Olde English
Alison
Bytuene Mershe and Averil
When spray biginneth to springe,
The lutel foul hath hire wyl
On hyre lud to synge:
Ich libbe in love-longinge
For semlokest of alle thynge,
He may me blisse bringe,
Ich am in hire baundoun.
An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,
Ichot from hevene it is me sent,
From alle wymmen my love is lent
And lyht on Alysoun.
On heu hire her is fayr ynoh,
Hire browe broune, hire eye blake;
With lossum chere he on me loh;
With middel smal and wel y-make;
Bote he me wolle to hire take
For to buen hire owen make,
Long to lyven ichulle forsake
And feye fallen adoun.
An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,
Ichot from hevene it is me sent,
From alle wymmen my love is lent
And lyht on Alysoun.
Nihtes when I wende and wake,
For-thi myn wonges waxeth won,
Levedi, al for thine sake
Longinge is y-lent me on.
In world nis non so wyter mon
That al hire bounte telle con;
Hire swyre is whittore than the swon,
And feyrest may in toune.
An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,
Ichot from hevene it is me sent,
From alle wymmen my love is lent
And lyht on Alysoun.
Ich am for wowyng al for-wake,
Wery so water in wore;
lest eny reve me my make
Ichabbe y-yerned yore.
betere is tholien whyle sore
Then mournen evermore.
Geynest under gore,
Herkne to my roun.
An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,
Ichot from hevene it is me sent,
From alle wymmen my love is lent
And lyht on Alysoun.
How much the English language has changed! May be a hundred years on nobody will understand what we are writing now. I wish I could understand all of this poem!
Between March and April, When the leaves begin to open, The little bird takes its pleasure In singing in its own language. - - I live in love-longing For the most beautiful of all creatures; She is able to bring me joy; I am in her power. ...
Thank you Perdita Young for explaining the whole poem to me. It is a beautiful romantic poem!
I have been given, etc. I am worn out with lying awake for love, Weary as troubled water; In case anyone steals my partner from me I have been anxious for a long time. - It is better to suffer greatly for a time Than mourn for ever; Kindest of women, Listen to what I say. I have been given, etc.
I am seized with longing. There is no man in the world so talented That he can describe all her goodness; Her neck is whiter than the swan, And she is the most beautiful girl in the world.
She smiled at me charmingly, With a slim and well-shaped waist. Unless she is willing to accept me To be her own partner, I will give up living for long, And collapse, fated to die. I have been given, etc. - - At night, when I toss and turn- - That is why my cheeks grow pale- - Lady, all for your sake - -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I have been given a piece of good fortune; I know it has been sent to me from heaven; My love has been withdrawn from all women And settled on Alysoun. - - Her hair is fair enough in colour, Her eyebrows dark, her eyes black; - -