It’s Lindor! it’s Tircis!
and all our conquerors!
It’s Myrtil! it’s Lydé! the queens of our hearts!
How provocative they are,
how forever proud!
How they dare reign over our destinies
and our lives!
Watch out! Keep to the measure!
O the mortal injury!
The cadence is not so slow!
And the fall more certain!
We’ll tone down their chatter!
Soon we’ll be their lackeys!
How ugly they are! Sweet faces!
How madcap they are! Coquettish airs!
And it’s always the same! And will be so
always!
They adore one another! They hate one another!
They curse their loves!
Farewell, Myrtil! Eglé! Chloe! Mocking demons!
Farewell and good days
to the tyrants of our hearts!