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Ballade Des Dames De Temps Jadis (Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore)

Original French

 

Dictes moy ou, n'en quel pays,

Est Flora la belle Rommaine,

Archipiades ne Thaïs,

Qui fut sa cousine germaine,

Echo parlant quant bruyt on maine

Dessus riviere ou sus estan,

Qui beaulté ot trop plus q'humaine.

Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

 

Ou est la tres sage Helloïs,

Pour qui chastré fut et puis moyne

Pierre Esbaillart a Saint Denis?

Pour son amour ot ceste essoyne.

Semblablement, ou est la royne

Qui commanda que Buridan

Fust geté en ung sac en Saine?

Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

 

La royne Blanche comme lis

Qui chantoit a voix de seraine,

Berte au grand pié, Beatris, Alis,

Haremburgis qui tint le Maine,

Et Jehanne la bonne Lorraine

Qu'Englois brulerent a Rouan;

Ou sont ilz, ou, Vierge souvraine?

Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

 

Prince, n'enquerez de sepmaine

Ou elles sont, ne de cest an,

Qu'a ce reffrain ne vous remaine:

Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

 

 

English Translation

 

Ballad Of The Ladies Of Yore

 

Tell me where, in what country,

Is Flora the beautiful Roman,

Archipiada or Thais

Who was first cousin to her once,

Echo who speaks when there's a sound

On a pond or a river

Whose beauty was more than human?

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

Where is the leamed Heloise

For whom they castrated Pierre Abelard

And made him a monk at Saint-Denis,

For his love he took this pain,

Likewise where is the queen

Who commanded that Buridan

Be thrown in a sack into the Seine?

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

 

The queen white as a lily

Who sang with a siren's voice,

Big-footed Bertha, Beatrice, Alice,

Haremburgis who held Maine

And Jeanne the good maid of Lorraine

Whom the English bumt at Rouen, where,

Where are they, sovereign ******

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

 

Prince, don't ask me in a week

or in a year what place they are;

I can only give you this refrain:

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

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Written by
Francois Villon
1431-1474 / French
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