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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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{{Vs|1}} Would my conceit that first enforced my woe,
Or else mine eyes which still the same increase,
Might be extinct, to end my sorrows so
Which now are such as nothing can release:
Whose life is death, whose sweet each change of sour,
And eke whose hell reneweth every hour.


Would my conceit that first enforc'd my woe,<br>
{{Vs|2}} Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry,
Or else mine eyes which still the same increase,<br>
Each hour I waste and wither where I sit,
Might be extinct, to end my sorrows so<br>
But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die,
Which now are such as nothing can release:<br>
My hope alas may not enjoy it yet,
Whose life is death, and eke whose change,<br>
Whose hope is such bereaved, of the bliss,
Each change of sour, and eke whose hell reneweth every hour.<br>
Which unto all save me allotted is.


Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry,<br>
{{Vs|3}} To all save me is free to live or die,
Each hour I waste and wither where I sit,<br>
To all save me remaineth hap or hope,
But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die,<br>
But all perforce, I must abandon it,
My hope alas may not enjoy it yet,<br>
Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope,
Whose hope is such bereaved, of the bliss,<br>
Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust,
Which unto all save me allotted is.<br>
But to my thralls I yield, for so I must.
}}
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{{Translation|Polish|
{{Vs|1}} Gdybyż ma pycha, która dała zaczątek niedoli
I oczy moje, wciąż ją potęgujące,
Mogły przepaść, by cierpienie ukoić
Dotąd lekarstwa nie znajdujące.
Czyje życie śmiercią jest a słodycz w gorycz zmienia,
Komu piekło, w żadnej godzinie, nie daje wytchnienia.


To all save me is free to live or die,<br>
{{Vs|2}} Każdej godziny, w mrocznych czeluściach się smażę,
To all save me remaineth hap or hope,<br>
Każdej godziny, marnieję i więdnę
But all perforce, I must abandon it,<br>
Lecz słodką godziną, gdy o śmierci zamarzę,
Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope,<br>
Nadzieją mą, cieszyć się jeszcze nie będę.
Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust,<br>
Którego nadzieja obdarta jest z radości,
But to my thralls I yield, for so I must.
Która, w sercach wszystkich, z mego wyjątkiem gości.
 
{{Vs|3}} Wszyscy, prócz mnie, mogą zginąć lub żyć,
Zostaje im nadzieja lub rządy przypadku.
Ja wszystko zmuszonym porzucić, gdyż
Fortuna decyduje o wzlocie mym lub upadku.
Ni nadziei nie ufam, ni przypadkowi
Lecz cóż mi pozostało, skorom w ich niewoli?}}
{{Translator|Stanisław Jonczyk}}
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General Information

Title: Would my conceit that first enforc'd my woe
Composer: John Dowland

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularLute song

Language: English
Instruments: Lute

First published: 1597 in The First Booke of Songs or Ayres, no. 16

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Original text and translations

English.png English text

1  Would my conceit that first enforced my woe,
Or else mine eyes which still the same increase,
Might be extinct, to end my sorrows so
Which now are such as nothing can release:
Whose life is death, whose sweet each change of sour,
And eke whose hell reneweth every hour.

2  Each hour amidst the deep of hell I fry,
Each hour I waste and wither where I sit,
But that sweet hour wherein I wish to die,
My hope alas may not enjoy it yet,
Whose hope is such bereaved, of the bliss,
Which unto all save me allotted is.

3  To all save me is free to live or die,
To all save me remaineth hap or hope,
But all perforce, I must abandon it,
Sith Fortune still directs my hap a slope,
Wherefore to neither hap nor hope I trust,
But to my thralls I yield, for so I must.
 

Polish.png Polish translation

1  Gdybyż ma pycha, która dała zaczątek niedoli
I oczy moje, wciąż ją potęgujące,
Mogły przepaść, by cierpienie ukoić
Dotąd lekarstwa nie znajdujące.
Czyje życie śmiercią jest a słodycz w gorycz zmienia,
Komu piekło, w żadnej godzinie, nie daje wytchnienia.

2  Każdej godziny, w mrocznych czeluściach się smażę,
Każdej godziny, marnieję i więdnę
Lecz słodką godziną, gdy o śmierci zamarzę,
Nadzieją mą, cieszyć się jeszcze nie będę.
Którego nadzieja obdarta jest z radości,
Która, w sercach wszystkich, z mego wyjątkiem gości.

3  Wszyscy, prócz mnie, mogą zginąć lub żyć,
Zostaje im nadzieja lub rządy przypadku.
Ja wszystko zmuszonym porzucić, gdyż
Fortuna decyduje o wzlocie mym lub upadku.
Ni nadziei nie ufam, ni przypadkowi
Lecz cóż mi pozostało, skorom w ich niewoli?

Translation by Stanisław Jonczyk