Arnaut Daniel: Chan 1

Quan chai la fuelha
dels aussors entressims
el freg s'erguelha
don seca 'l vais e'l vims,
del dous refrims
vei sordezir la bruelha:
mais ieu sui prims
d'Amor qui que s'en tuelha.
When the leaf sings
from the highest peaks
and the cold raises,
withering the kernel and willow,
of its sweet refrains
I see the wood grow dumb;
but I'm close to love,
whosoever might leave it.

Tot quan es gela,
mas ieu no puesc frezir
qu'amors novela
mi fa'l cor reverdir;
non dei fremir
qu'Amors mi cuebr'em cela
em fai tenir
ma valor em capdela
Everything is iced,
but I cannot freeze
because a love affair
makes my heart lush again;
I should not shake,
because Love covers and hides me
and makes me preserve
my merit, and leads me.

Bona es vida
pus Joia la mante
quei tals n'escrida
qui ges non vai tam be;
no sai de re
coreillar m'escarida
que per ma fe
de mielhs ai ma partida.
Life is good,
if joy holds it,
though some, whose things
do not go well, complain;
I don't know how
to accuse my lot
since, by my troth,
I have my share of the best.

De drudaria
no'm sai de re blasmar,
qu'autrui paria
trastorn en reirazar;
geb as sa par
no sai doblar m'amia
q'una non par
que segonda no'l sia
As of flirting,
I don't know what to blame,
and of the others
I spurn the togetherness;
since, of all her peers,
no one is like mine,
since there doesn't seem to be one
who comes not after her.

No vuelh s'asemble
mos cors ab autr'amor
si qu'eu ja'l m'emble
ni volva'l cap alhor:
no ai paor
que ja selh de Pontremble
n'aia gensor
de lieis ni que la semble.
I don't want my heart
to join another love
lest she flees me
and turns her head elsewhere:
I have no fear
that even the one from Pontremoli
has one worthier
of her, or that so seems so.

Tant es per genta
selha que'm te joios
las gensors trenta
vens de belhas faisos:
ben es razos
doncas que mos chans senta
quar es tan pros
e de ric pretz manenta.
She's so kind,
the one that keeps me in joy
that the kindest thirty
she wins by her fair look:
that's a good reason
for her to hear my songs,
because she's so noble
and so preciously deserving.

Vai t'en chanzos,
denan lei ti presenta,
que s'ill no fos
no'i meir'Arnautz s'ententa.
Go, then, song,
show before her:
if it were not so,
you wouldn't deserve Arnaut's toil.

Quan chai la fuelha dels aussors entressims el freg s'erguelha don seca 'l vais e'l vims, del dous refrims vei sordezir la bruelha: mais ieu sui prims d'Amor qui que s'en tuelha.	When the leaf sings from the highest peaks and the cold raises, withering the kernel and willow, of its sweet refrains I see the wood grow dumb; but I'm close to love, whosoever might leave it.
Tot quan es gela, mas ieu no puesc frezir qu'amors novela mi fa'l cor reverdir; non dei fremir qu'Amors mi cuebr'em cela em fai tenir ma valor em capdela	Everything is iced, but I cannot freeze because a love affair makes my heart lush again; I should not shake, because Love covers and hides me and makes me preserve my merit, and leads me.
Bona es vida pus Joia la mante quei tals n'escrida qui ges non vai tam be; no sai de re coreillar m'escarida que per ma fe de mielhs ai ma partida.	Life is good, if joy holds it, though some, whose things do not go well, complain; I don't know how to accuse my lot since, by my troth, I have my share of the best.
De drudaria no'm sai de re blasmar, qu'autrui paria trastorn en reirazar; geb as sa par no sai doblar m'amia q'una non par que segonda no'l sia	As of flirting, I don't know what to blame, and of the others I spurn the togetherness; since, of all her peers, no one is like mine, since there doesn't seem to be one who comes not after her.
No vuelh s'asemble mos cors ab autr'amor si qu'eu ja'l m'emble ni volva'l cap alhor: no ai paor que ja selh de Pontremble n'aia gensor de lieis ni que la semble.	I don't want my heart to join another love lest she flees me and turns her head elsewhere: I have no fear that even the one from Pontremoli has one worthier of her, or that so seems so.
Tant es per genta selha que'm te joios las gensors trenta vens de belhas faisos: ben es razos doncas que mos chans senta quar es tan pros e de ric pretz manenta.	She's so kind, the one that keeps me in joy that the kindest thirty she wins by her fair look: that's a good reason for her to hear my songs, because she's so noble and so preciously deserving.
Vai t'en chanzos, denan lei ti presenta, que s'ill no fos no'i meir'Arnautz s'ententa.	Go, then, song, show before her: if it were not so, you wouldn't deserve Arnaut's toil.