Beautiful Doette is sitting by the windows
Reading a book, but her heart isn’t in it:
She’s remembering her friend Doon
Who has gone tourneying in other lands.
Ah, what grief I now have!
At the hall staircase, a squire
Dismounted, unfastened his baggage.
Beautiful Doette runs down the staircase.
She doesn’t think she’ll hear bad news.
Ah, what grief I now have!
Beautiful Doette at once asked him:
“Where is my lord,
Whom I have not seen for so long?”
The squire had such grief that
Out of pity he wept.
Beautiful Doette fainted.
Ah, what grief I now have!
Beautiful Doette stood up again.
Seeing the squire, she addressed herself to him.
In her heart she is full of anguish
For her lord, whom she does not see.
Ah, what grief I now have!
Beautiful Doette began to ask him:
“Where is my lord,
Whom I rightly love so much?”
“In the name of God, lady,
I seek no longer to hide from you
The fact that my lord is dead,
He was killed jousting.”
Ah, what grief I now have!
Beautiful Doette began to mourn:
“How awful that you went there, Count Doon,
Noble and fair!
For love of you I shall wear a hair shirt;
Nor on my body will there be a fur cloak.
Ah, what grief I now have!
For you I shall become a nun
In the Church of Saint Paul.