Anonymous pem from middle english

1.
Adam lay ibounden,
Bounden in a bond;
Four thousand winter
Thoght he not too long;
And all was for an appil,
An appil that he tok.

Adam lay bound,
Bound up in a bond.
Four thousand winters
He thought not too long.
And all was for an apple,
An apple that he took.

2
Nis no fur so hot in helle
All to mon
That loveth derne and dar nout telle
Whet him is on.

There is no hotter flame in hell
Than lover's fire
When secret lover dare not tell
His strong desire.

3
An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent,
Ichote from hevene it is me sent;
From alle wymmen my love is lent
Ant lyht on Alisoun.

A happy hap has come to me.
I know it came by God's decree.
From other girls my love must flee,
And light on Alison.

4
Hand by hand we shule us take,
And joye and blisse shule we make;
For the devel of helle man hath forsake,
And Godes Son is maked our make.
A child is boren amonges man,
And in that child was no wam:
That child is God, that child is man,
And in that child oure lif bigan.

Let us gather hand in hand
And sing of bliss without an end:
The Devil has fled from earthly land,
And Son of God is made our friend.
A Child is born in man's abode,
And in that Child no blemish showed.
That Child is God, that Child is Man,
And in that Child our life began.

5
Icham of Irlaunde
Ant of the holy londe
Of Irlande.
Gode sire, pray ich the,
For of saynte charite,
Come ant daunce wyt me
In Irlaunde.

I am from Ireland,
And from the holy land
Of Ireland.
Good sir, I beg of you,
For holy charity,
Come and dance with me
In Ireland.

6
For hire love in slep y slake,
For hire love al nyht ich wake,
For hire love mournynge y make
More then eny mon.
Blou northerne wynd!
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blou northerne wynd! blou, blou, blou!

For her love in sleep I slake,
For her love all night I wake,
For her love mourning I make,
More than any man.
Blow, northern wind,
Send thou me my sweeting,
Blow, northern wind, blow, blow, blow!

7
She sente me the cherye
Withouten ony ston;
And so she dede the dove
Withouten ony bon;

She sente me the brer
Withouten ony rinde;
She bad me love my lemman
Withoute longing.

She sent me a cherry
Without any stone;
She sent me a dove
Without any bone;

She sent me a briar
Without branch or leaf;
She bade me love my lover
Without any grief.

8
I sing of a maiden
That is makeles;
King of all kings
To her son she ches.

I sing of a Maiden,
A matchless one;
King of all Kings
She chose for her Son.

9
Wymmen waxeth wounder proude
So wel hit wol hem seme,
Yef me shal wonte wille of on,
This wunne weole y wole forgon
Ant wyht in wode be fleme.

Women flaunt their pride above –
The spring becomes them well.
If none of them can burn for me,
Then, lost to fortune, I shall flee
And in the wild wood dwell.

10
Louerd, þu clepedest me,
An ich nagt ne ansuarede þe,
Bute wordes scloe and sclepie:
"Þole yet! þole a litel!"
Bute "yiet" and "yiet" was endelis,
And "þole a litel" a long wey is.

Lord, you called to me,
And I gave no reply
But slowly, sleepily:
"Wait a while yet! Wait a little!"
But "yet" and "yet" goes on and on,
And "wait a little" grows too long.

11
Mirie it is while sumer ilast
With fugheles song,
Oc nu necheth windes blast
And weder strong.
Ej! Ej! what this nicht is long,
And ich with wel michel wrong
Soregh and murne and fast.

Merry it is while summer lasts,
With birds in song;
But now there threaten windy blasts
And tempests strong.
Ah, but the night is long,
And I, being done such wrong,
Sorrow and mourn and fast.

12
Of on that is so fayr and bright
Velut maris stella,
Brighter than the day is light,
Parens et puella:
Ic crie to the, thou see to me,
Levedy, preye thi Sone for me,
Tam pia,
That ic mote come to thee,
Maria.

One that is so fair and bright,
Velut maris stella; [as a star of the sea]
Brighter than the day's light,
Parens et puella. [mother and maiden]
I cry to thee, then look on me.
Lady pray thy Son for me,
Tam pia, [thou gracious one]
That I may come to thee,
Maria.

13
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed, and bloweth med,
And springth the wude nu–
Sing cuccu!

Summer has come in,
Loudly sing cuckoo!
The seed grows
And the meadow blooms,
And the wood sprouts anew–
Sing cuckoo!

14
Were beth they biforen vs weren,
Houndes ladden and hauekes beren
And hadden feld and wode?

Where are those who lived before?
Who chased with hawk and hound of yore,
Possessing fields and woods?

15
When Adam dalf and Eve span, go spire – if thou may spede –
Where was than the pride of man that now marres his mede?

When Adam delved and Eve spun, go ask – if you may succeed –
Where then was the pride of man, which now deprives him of his reward?

16
Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou this leves waxeth bare;
Ofte I sike ant mourne sare
When hit cometh in my thoht
Of this worldes joie, hou hit goth al to noht.

Winter wakeneth all my care;
Now the leaves wax dry and bare;
Oft I mourn and in despair
Sigh when comes into my thought
How this world's joy it goeth all to nought