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Firstpublished:1584 in Pratum musicum (ed. Emanuel Adriaenssen) – arr. for four voices and four lutes, Edition 1, no. 41 2ndpublished:1589 Description:
Als ick u vinde met u spil en spinrock,
met u schoon handen ende rode wangen,
dan vind ic dat ic ben van u gevangen.
'tLigt uwer sterre stralet soo verre, maen en sonne bleecken.
Wil mij genadigh syn, myn niet versaecken,
Soo dattic metterstont [nae tot] u hert geraecke.
Naer u gesinne in soeter minne heymelic vermeyen,
Laet my genadighlic van quaelen sterven
Als moettic tallentyt u [blanke] boezem derven
When I find you with your spindle and distaff,
with your fair hands and red cheeks,
I find myself captured by you.
The light of your star shines out so far that moon and sun pale beside it:
have mercy on me, do not forsake me,
so that I can touch your heart, here and now.
If you wish, let's secretly relax in sweet love!
let me mercifully die of bad disease
if I must for ever be deprived of your [fair] breast.