Tristans, ges no.n auretz de me,
qu'eu m'en vau, chaitius, no sai on,
De chantar me gic e.m recre
e de joi e d'amor m'escon.
(Tristan, you will have no more of me, since I go away, unhappy, I know not where. I leave off and renounce singing, and refuse joy and love.)
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