Ab vergoinha part marrimentz Chantarai, mas eu no·n pusc als; Car vergoinha deu ben aver Qui es en gran benenansa E puix, ja per dreit ni per tort, La pert, com c'ama finamentz.	With shame along with distress I shall sing, since I can't do otherwise: for he must indeed be ashamed who has a great privilege and then, through right or wrong, loses it, regardless of how well he loves.
Mas eu no paresc tan dolentz Com so, per que m'en ve grans mals; Mas Deus, c'a midons met voler Que·m faza mala semblanza, No·m pot mais mal far de mort; E d'aquel eus serai jausentz.	But I do not seem as wretched as I am, wherefore a great ill comes to me; but god, who makes my lady wish to put up an unfriendly countenance, can't harm me more by death; and of that too I shall be glad.
E si d'aizo no son crezentz No·n pusc als; mas Dieus, qu'es leyals, Me don encar ogan un ver Colp de cairel o de lanza, Ho c'om en escut freig m'en port; E puix er l'envejos manentz.	And if I am not pious in this, I can't help it; but may god, who is trustworthy, give me right away a true stroke of bolt or lance, or let people carry me away, cold, on a shield; and then the envious will be happy.
E qui·l ditz zo qued eu li mentz, Per que ma dona·m ten per fals– Mas seinors! – cal pro pot tener Qui zo pert per devinanza, Don bon amic son en descort? Et el men suau per las dentz.	And he who says I lie to her (for my lady thinks of me as false)... but gentlemen! What does it avail one who ruins this through humbug, wherefore good lovers are embroiled? And he is lying smugly through his teeth.
Mas ples es de vilas talentz Istz lausengiers ab ditz venals, Si que un rei cuja valer S'a totz en ditz en romanza Zo que·l sembla per fat deport, Don camja bos cors e bos sentz.	But he is filled with low desires, this slanderer with perfidious sayings, so that he fancies himself worth a king if he tells everybody in plain words what he imagines out of stupid disport, wherefore he turns good hearts and good feelings around.
Per que, madon', es faillimentz Qui cre tot cant au dels aitals; E vos, s'anc m'ametz jorn ni ser, Donc com fotz anc en duptanza Qu'eu faillis vas vos tan de tort? Mas zo sai que·us dol mos turmentz.	Therefore, my lady, he is at fault who believes all he hears from such people; and you, if you at any moment loved me, how could you even suspect that I could fail you so awfully? But I know this: that my torment afflicts you.
Don vau'nvers e truis examentz Si que paresc fols naturals; E farai totz tems, zo esper, Tro·m tornetz en alegranza E·m perdonetz ses mal resort Lo tort qu'eu non ai, qu'es parventz.	Wherefore I am downcast and crushed likewise, so that I look like a born fool; and I always shall, this I hope, until you restore me to happiness and forgive me, without further claim, the fault I do not have, as is evident.
E donc en breu, ses duptanza, Per merc·m tornatz en acort, Si no·us platz ma mort o·l valentz!	And therefore, presently, without hesitation, for mercy's sake, return me to your favour, if you don't agree to my death or its equivalent!
Car me sen vas Amor ses tort Vos en prec tan ardidamentz.	Since I feel myself without fault towards Love, I beg you so ardently in this matter.