Archive for January 10th, 2016

Sunday, 10 January 2016

Madrigal by Germain Habert

When I see your eyes so bright and so sweet,
Which no longer have anything but you to take,
Their shine I suspect, and I dread for you.
Often this rich gift is dearly sold:
I know that my beauty was never so great,
And yet each knew that she had lost me.


Date: 1641 (original in French); ???? (translation in English)

By: Germain Habert (1615-1654)

Translated by: ?