Dies, nox et omnia Day, night and everytihng
michi sunt contraria; is against me
virginum colloquia the chattering of maidens
me fay planszer, makes me weep
oy suvenz suspirer, and often sigh
plu me fay temer. and most of all, scares me

O sodales, ludite, O friends, you are making fun of me
vos qui scitis dicite you do not know what you are saying (?)
michi mesto parcite, spare me,s orrowful as I am
grand ey dolur, great is my grief
attamen consulite advise me at least
per voster honur. by your honour

Tua pulchra facies your beautiful face
me fay planszer milies, makes me weep a thousand times
pectus habet glacies. your heart is of ice
A remender as a cure
statim vivus fierem I would be revived
per un baser. by a kiss