<< Pleying along ful merily. The God of Love ful hastely 1330 Unto him Swete-Loking clepte, No lenger wolde he that he kepte His bowe of golde, that shoon so bright. He [bad] him [bende it] anon-right; And he ful sone [it] sette on ende, 1335 And at a braid he gan it bende, And took him of his arowes fyve, Ful sharpe and redy for to dryve. Now god that sit in magestee Fro deedly woundes kepe me, 1340 If so be that he [wol] me shete; For if I with his arowe mete, It [wol me greven] sore, y-wis! But I, that no-thing wiste of this, Wente up and doun ful many a wey, 1345 And he me folwed faste alwey; But no-wher wolde I reste me, Til I hadde al the [yerde in] be. The gardin was, by mesuring, Right even and squar in compassing; 1350 It was as long as it was large. Of fruyt hadde every tree his charge, THE TREES.
>> Par le vergier de çà en là; Et li Diex d'Amors apela Tretout maintenant Dous-Regart: N'a or plus cure qu'il li gart Son arc: donques sans plus atendre L'arc li a commandé à tendre, Et cis gaires n'i atendi, Tout maintenant l'arc li tendi, Si li bailla et cinq sajetes Fors et poissans, d'aler loing prestes. 1320 Li Diex d'Amors tantost de loing Me prist à suivir, l'arc où poing. Or me gart Diex de mortel plaie! Se il fait tant que à moi traie, Il me grevera moult forment. Je qui de ce ne soi noient, Vois par la vergier à délivre, Et cil pensa bien de moi sivre; Mès en nul leu ne m'arresté, Devant que j'oi par tout esté. 1330 Li vergiers par compasséure Si fu de droite quarréure, S'ot de lonc autant cum de large; Nus arbres qui soit qui fruit charge,
<< But it were any hidous tree Of which ther were two or three. Ther were, and that wot I ful wel, 1355 Of pomgarnettes a ful gret del; That is a fruyt ful wel to lyke, Namely to folk whan they ben syke. And trees ther were, greet foisoun, That baren notes in hir sesoun, 1360 Such as men notemigges calle, That swote of savour been withalle. And alemandres greet plentee, Figes, and many a date-tree Ther weren, if men hadde nede, 1365 Through the gardin in length and brede. Ther was eek wexing many a spyce, As clow-gelofre, and licoryce, Gingere, and greyn de paradys, Canelle, and setewale of prys, 1370 And many a spyce delitable, To eten whan men ryse fro table. And many hoomly trees ther were, That peches, coynes, and apples bere, Medlers, ploumes, peres, chesteynes, 1375 Cheryse, of whiche many on fayn is,