Miri it is while sumer ilast
with fugheles song, oc nu
neheth windes blast and weder strong.
ei ei what this niht is long
and ich with wel michel wrong,
soregh and murn and fast.
Merry it is while summer lasts with the song of birds;
but now draws near the wind's blast and harsh weather.
Alas, Alas! How long this night is! And I, most unjustly,
sorrow and mourn and fast.


















