De bonté, de valour

With goodness, worth, beauty, gentleness, My lady is adorned; With manners, attire; With wisdom and grace is she crowned
Desired lady, Richly adorned with color, well schooled, deservedly praised by all for taste. Youth, without folly, Simple, without boldness, Born in a happy hour, Perfect in all honor None can be compared to you.
For loyal, secret, With good renown, without false tricks, sincere and gracious, clean, pure, refined, the best of all and the flower without evil, without dishonor – you are called.
For this you have without return my heart, my love, and my mind.
And if it pleases you, gentle, honored lady that I adore, then may in me be doubled, without ever coming to an end, my languishing. So I wish the pain and the amorous ardor that has entered within me, to endure night and day, Nor will you ever be loved less for that.