Love is dying fate is defying.

Love is dying Faith’s defying:

She has many lovely looks,

Such looks only Queen’s Beuty could.

She told him stories to delight his ears,

She showered him Favour to allure his eyes,

To win his heart; she touched him here and there,

Touches so soft still conquer chastity.

Alas! He killed all the fantasy she had on his head,

He rose and ray away, ah fool forward.

Night sweet

Night sweet:

Her lips against mine how often she joined,

Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing, 

How many tales to please me she coined.

‘Good night, good rest’,

She bade good night that kept my rest away.

‘Farewell, See you again tomorrow’,

And she left me again in sorrow. 

Her cloudy looks will calm the night,

Thereupon, she dissembled her delight.

Poor Danmande must live alone,

Other help for me, I see that there is none.