I Need Someone To Translate. French to English. Puh-lease?

[SlowwHand]

A song. I have an instrumental version that I was playing, and what do you know, French lyrics scrawled in Winamp.

Douce Dame Jolie

Douce dame jolie,
Pour dieu ne pensés mie
Que nulle ait signorie
Seur moy fors vous seulement.

Qu'adès sans tricherie
Chierie
Vous ay et humblement
Tous les jours de ma vie
Servie
Sans villain pensement.
Helas! et je mendie
D'esperance et d'aïe;
Dont ma joie est fenie,
Se pité ne vous en prent.
Douce dame jolie.

Mais vo douce maistrie
Maistrie
Mon cuer si durement
Qu'elle le contralie
Et lie
En amour tellement
Qu'il n'a de riens envie
Fors d'estre en vo baillie;
Et se ne li ottrie
Vos cuers nul aligement.
Douce dame jolie.

Et quant ma maladie
Garie
Ne sera nullement
Sans vous, douce anemie,
Qui lie
Estes de mon tourment,
A jointes mains deprie
Vo cuer, puis qu'il m'oublie,
Que temprement m'ocie,
Car trop langui longuement.
Douce dame jolie,
Pour dieu ne pensés mie
Que nulle ait signorie
Seur moy fors vous seulement.

[Dis]

something about satan

[SlowwHand]

Uh, yeah. Thanks, Diss.


Oh, come on! This isn't a trick!

[General Ludd]

You turning commie on us, Sloww?

[Dis]

here ya go. the translator doesn't work worth a **** I know

Douce Dame Pretty Soft rams pretty, For god thought crumb That null only has signorie Seur moy fors you. That adès without Chierie cheating You ay and humbly Tous.les.jours of my life Been useful Without villain pensement. Alas! and I beg For hope and aïe; Whose my joy is fenie, pity are not prent any you. Soft pretty lady. But vo soft maistrie Maistrie My cuer so hard That it contralie And binds it In love so much Which it does not have of riens Fors desire of estre in vo baillie; And Li ottrie Your cuers no one aligement. Soft pretty lady. And as my Garie disease by no means Without you, soft anemy, Which bind Estes of my torment, A will be joined hands deprie Vo cuer, then that it forgets me, That temprement me ocie, Because too languished lengthily. Soft pretty lady, For god thought crumb That null only has signorie Seur moy fors you.

[SlowwHand]

Listen, Dissident. I really appreciate the help.


Now can somebody really translate into something besides pig-English ?

[Ben Kenobi]

Soft Pretty Lady

Soft pretty lady,
For God thought not of me,
In making you the
only lady for me.

And without cheating
You are humbly mine
For all the times of my life.
Been helpful
without thinking to hurt.

Alas! and I beg For hope and all;
Who is my joy is finished,
Pity is not taking any of you.

Soft pretty lady.

But will be soft master,
Though my heart so hard
You corral and bind it in love.
So much, that it does not desire
To be loose from these bonds.
And as always your heart will be with me.

Soft Pretty Lady

And as my rude disease
By no means without you
Soft enemy which binds
I will be joined in hands without your heart.

And then that which forgets me,
That not of my temperament.
Because we languished too lengthily.

Soft pretty lady.
For God thought not of me,
In making you the
only lady for me.

[Dis]

exactly what I posted.

[Ben Kenobi]

Does it sound good? Some parts I'm really not sure. Whoever wrote that French writes really bad French.

[Bereta_Eder]

Re: I Need Someone To Translate. French to English. Puh-lease?

what kind of lame ass french is that?

Anyway, my try, courtesy of the cornbread.


Tender beautiful lady
For God doesn think of anyone better(??????? - That's wrong french)
Pour dieu ne pensés mie
Que nulle ait signorie
Seur moy fors vous seulement.


I gove up on that verse I'll screw it up.


Qu'adès sans tricherie

Who helps without afterthough (personal gain)
Sweetheart
You ????) humbly
Have served all the days of my life
Without ever thinking badly of me

Unfortunately,
Helas! et je mendie
D'esperance et d'aïe;
Dont ma joie est fenie,
Se pité ne vous en prent.
Douce dame jolie.

Difficult french, I give up

Mais vo douce maistrie
Maistrie
Mon cuer si durement
Qu'elle le contralie
Et lie
En amour tellement
Qu'il n'a de riens envie
Fors d'estre en vo baillie;
Et se ne li ottrie
Vos cuers nul aligement.
Douce dame jolie.

Et quant ma maladie
Garie
Ne sera nullement
Sans vous, douce anemie,
Qui lie
Estes de mon tourment,
A jointes mains deprie
Vo cuer, puis qu'il m'oublie,
Que temprement m'ocie,
Car trop langui longuement.
Douce dame jolie,
Pour dieu ne pensés mie
Que nulle ait signorie
Seur moy fors vous seulement. [/QUOTE]

I give up it's so mistaken and difficult but very funny the way it's written. It's immensly more funny to think Sloww speaking french


sorry for not being able to help someelse better will I'm sure.

[Bereta_Eder]

that's old french!

[Bereta_Eder]

that's so old french it's medieval i cant translate it

however here's the translation in english courtesy of the cornbread (and yahoo)



Sweet, lovely lady
for god's sake do not think
that I am devoted to any woman
but you alone.

For always, without falsehood
I have cherished you, and humbly
served you all the days of my life
without deception.

Alas, I am left begging
for hope and relief;
for my joy is at its end
without your compassion.

Your sweet spell
rules my heart so harshly,
tormenting and binding it
in unbearable love.

[My heart] desires nothing
but to be in your power.
And still, your own heart
renders it no relief.





enjoy

[SlowwHand]

Thanks, Ben!

paiktis, this is a song I recommended to you.
Elfin Love Tribe with Lisa Lynne Franco, is the album.
Elfin Stomp, is the sub-title of the song.
It's got Celtic instrumentation added.

[Bereta_Eder]

will check it out.

here's the webpage BTW

http://www.owainphyfe.com/owain/lyrics/where-beauty-moves.htm#track7

[SlowwHand]

14th century. Old, no doubt.
Like hearing "yowzer" or something here.