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.

From: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germain_Habert

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

By: Germain Habert (1615-1654)

Translated by: ?

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