Thomas Tallis - Like as the doleful dove - текст песни (слова), перевод

Like as the doleful dove delights alone to be,
 and doth refuse the bloomed branch, choosing the leafless tree,
 where on wailing his chance, his bitter tears besprent,
 doth with his bill his tender breast oft pierce and all to rent; 
 whose grievous groanings though, whose grips of pining pain,
 whose ghastly looks, whose bloody streams outflowing from each vein,
 whose falling from the tree, whose panting on the ground,
 examples be of mine estate, though there appear no wound.