(Soprano)
Siqua sine socio,
caret omni gaudio;
tenet noctis infima
sub intimo
cordis in custodia:

(Boys)
fit res amarissima.

Cupid flies everywhere
seized by desire.
Young men and women
are rightly coupled.

The girl without a lover
misses out on all pleasures,
she keeps the dark night
hidden
in the depth of her heart;

it is a most bitter fate.

O sodales, ludite,
vos qui scitis dicite
michi mesto parcite,
grand ey dolur,
attamen consulite
per voster honur.

Tua pulchra facies
me fay planszer milies,
pectus habet glacies.
A remender
statim vivus fierem
per un baser.

Day, night and everything
is against me,
the chattering of maidens
makes me weep,
and often sigh,
and, most of all, scares me.

O friends, you are making fun of me
you do not know what you are sayin
spare me, sorrowful as I am,
great is my grief,
advise me at least,
by your honour.

Your beautiful face,
makes me weep a thousand times,
your heart is of ice.
As a cure,
I would be revived
by a kiss.

Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
si quis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit.
Eia.

Stetit puella
tamquam rosula;
facie splenduit,
os eius fioruit.
Eia.

A girl stood
in a red tunic;
if anyone touched it,
the tunic rustled.
Eia!

A girl stood
like a little rose:
her face was radiant
and her mouth in bloom.
Eia!

(Baritone and Chorus)
Circa mea pectora
multa sunt suspiria
de tua pulchritudine,
que me ledunt misere.

Manda liet,
Manda liet
min geselle
chumet niet.

Tui lucent oculi
sicut solis radii,
sicut splendor fulguris
lucem donat tenebris. Ah!

Manda liet
Manda liet,
min geselle
chumet niet.

Vellet deus, vallent dii
quod mente proposui:
ut eius virginea
reserassem vincula. Ah!

Manda liet,
Manda liet,
min geselle
chumet niet.

In my heart
there are many sighs
for your beauty,
which wound me sorely. Ah!

Mandaliet,
mandaliet,
my lover
does not come.

Your eyes shine
like the rays of the sun,
like the flashing of lightening
which brightens the darkness. Ah!

Mandaliet,
mandaliet,
my lover
does not come.

May God grant, may the gods grant
what I have in mind:
that I may loose
the chains of her virginity. Ah!

Mandaliet,
mandaliet,
my lover
does not come.

Pulchra tibi facies
oculorum acies,
capillorum series,
o quam clara species!

Beautiful is your face,
the gleam of your eye,
your braided hair,
what a glorious creature!

(Baritone)
Oh, oh, oh,
totus floreo,
iam amore virginali
totus ardeo,
novus, novus amor est, quo pereo.

(Women)
Mea me confortat
promissio,
mea me deportat

(Soprano and boys)
Oh, oh, oh
totus floreo
iam amore virginali
totus ardeo,
novus, novus amor est, quo pereo.

(Men)
Tempore brumali
vir patiens,
animo vernali
lasciviens.

(Baritone)
Oh, oh, oh,
totus floreo,
iam amore virginali
totus ardeo,
novus, novus amor est, quo pereo.

(Women)
Mea mecum ludit
virginitas,
mea me detrudit
simplicitas.

(Soprano and Boys)
Oh, oh, oh,
totus floreo,
iam amore virginali
totus ardeo,
novus, novus amor est, quo pereo.

(Chorus)
Veni, domicella,
cum gaudio,
veni, veni, pulchra,
iam pereo.

(Baritone, Boys and Chorus)
Oh, oh, oh,
totus floreo,
iam amore virginali
totus ardeo,
novus, novus amor est, quo pereo.

Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am bursting out all over!
I am burning all over
with first love!
New, new love is what I am dying of!

I am heartened
by my promise,
I am downcast by my refusal

Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am bursting out all over!
I am burning all over
with first love!
New, new love is what I am dying of!

In the winter
man is patient,
the breath of spring
makes him lust.

Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am bursting out all over!
I am burning all over
with first love!
New, new love is what I am dying of!

My virginity
makes me frisky,
my simplicity
holds me back.

Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am bursting out all over!
I am burning all over
with first love!
New, new love is what I am dying of!

Come, my mistress,
with joy,
come, come, my pretty,
I am dying!

Oh! Oh! Oh!
I am bursting out all over!
I am burning all over
with first love!
New, new love is what I am dying of!