Translated from the French of Guillaume du Nord, 12/12/03, by Phillip A. Ellis.
Alas, what spirit led astray
your heart from mine, that ever pines,
what will-o’-the-wisp has led away
the only heart I’d longed to be mine?
The sun is dull like dust, today,
because my faithful heart must pine,
since you kissed another man this day,
alas!
You said you loved me, once, you say
the same to the other man. Fine,
I’ll cry not although you won’t be mine,
that your heart is fickle. Mine stayed
true to its troth, night and day,
alas!