Hello May..!

[pornoboy]

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[pornoboy]

Erecting a May-Tree in Bavaria​

 

[frankfrank]

This MAY be a nice month.

 

[Essex Boy]

(Mai not Moi.)

Ce fut en mai Au douz tens gai Que la saisons est bele, Main me levai, Joer m'alai Lez une fontenele. En un vergier Clos d'aiglentier Oi une viele; La vi dancier Un chevalier Et une damoisele. Cors orent gent Et avenant Et molt très bien dançoient ; En acolant Et en baisant Molt biau se deduisoient. Au chief du tor, En un destor, Doi et doi s’en aloient ; Le jeu d’amor Desus la flor A lor plaisir faisoient. J’alai avant Molt redoutant Que mus d’aus ne me voie, Maz et pensant Et desirrant D’avoir ausi grant joie. Lors vi lever Un de lor per De si loing com j’estoie Por apeler Et demander Qui sui ni que queroie. J’alai vers aus, Dis lor mes maus, Que une dame amoie, A cui loiaus Sanz estre faus Tot mon vivant seroie, Por cui plus trai Peine et esmai Que dire ne porroie. Et bien le sai, Que je morrai, S’ele ne mi ravoie. Tot belement Et doucement Chascuns d’aus me ravoie. Et dient tant Que Dieus briement M’envoit de celi joie Por qui je sent Paine et torment : Et je lor en rendoie Merci molt grant Et en plorant A Dé les comandoie.

It happened in May, when skies are gay And green the plains and mountains, At break of day I rose to play Beside a little fountain. In the garden close where shone the rose I heard a fiddle played; then A handsome knight that charmed my sight, Was dancing with a maiden. Both fair of face, They turned with grace, To tread their May-time measure; The flowering place, Their close embrace, Their kisses brought them pleasure. But shortly they, Had slipped away, And strolled among the bowers. To ease their heart, Each played the part In love's games on the flowers. I crept ahead, All chilled with dread, Lest someone there should see me. Bemused and sad Because I had No joy like theirs to please me. Then one of those I'd seen there rose And from afar off speaking, He questioned me, Who I might be, And what I came there seeking. I stepped their way To sadly say How long I'd loved a lady, Who all my days My heart obeys, Full faithfully and steady. Though still I bore A grief so sore In losing one so lovely, That surely I Would come to die Unless she deigned to love me. With wisdom rare, With tactful air They counseled and relieved me. They said their prayer That God might spare Some joy in love that grieved me. Where all my gain Was loss and pain So I in turn extended My thanks sincere, With many a tear, And them to God commended.