Raimbaut d'Aurenga: Vers 14

Ara non siscla ni chanta
Rossigniols, ni crida l'auriols
En vergier ni dinz forest,
Ni par flors groja ni blava;
E si·m nais Jois e Chans
E creis en veillians;
Car no·m ven com sol somnejans.
Now the nightingale neither warbles
nor sings and the oriole doesn't whistle
in gardens or in forests,
neither yellow nor blue flowers appear
and yet Joy and Song are born in me,
and grow while I'm awake;
for they don't come to me, as they used to, when I'm asleep.

Car a midonz atalanta
Qe·m loing dols! E serai ben fols
S'eu totz temps ab leis non rest,
Pos frain ma dolor plus brava;
Si qe fais ni afans
No·m pot esser dans,
Ni maltraigz no·m dol paucs ni grans.
For my lady elects
that I part from sadness! And I shall be rather foolish
if I do not remain with her forever,
since she destroys my fiercest grief,
so that neither trouble nor anguish
can harm me,
nor does suffering, great or small, afflict me.

C'a pauc lo cors no·m n'avanta.
Q'esquirols non es, ni cabrols,
Tan lieus com eu sui, q'el test
M'es la joia q'eu cercava;
Don son jais en trepans
E serai tot lans,
Pos ma dona vol mos enans.
For my body almost escapes me.
There isn't squirrel nor roe deer
as light-footed as I am, for in my mind
is the joy I was seeking;
wherefore I am merry and frisky
and I shall be all elan,
for my lady wants my improvement.

E neys noca·m n'espavanta
Lurs estols dels fels, fals e mols
Lauzengiers, cui Deus tempest,
Si·m pren midonz e m'entrava
Per ja mais a mil ans
Tot als seus comans;
Q'en als cors non col q'eu m'eslans.
And not even the swarm
of the felon, false, flaccid slanderers
– may god destroy them – frightens me in the least
if my lady captures me and binds me
for more than a thousand years,
completely, to her service;
for I don't let my lust sway me towards someone else.

Ja Deus, qe·ls jornz fes qaranta
Don mos sols es tornatz fillols,
No·m des a don ni a prest
Mais re, si leis mi salava;
Anz li lais el balans
Lo mon e mil tans
Contra leis qe·m tol totz enjans.
May god, who resisted the forty days
because of which this land of mine is christianised
never give me as a gift or loan
anything more, if he was keeping her for me;
rather, I'll leave him, as compensation,
this world, and a thousand times as much
in exchange for her who purges me of all deceits.

C'ap ton cor q'el mieu se planta,
Sai qe·m tols–car donar no·m vols
Domna, que Jois pais e vest –
Tot l'enjan q'a me! portava.
Gen lo·m trais. Sain Johans!
Ar m'en creis talans
Don cairai el sol ablasmans!
For with your heart entering mine
I know that you take away – for I know that you don't wish to give me,
lady whom joy nourishes and clothes –
all the deception that I, alas! used to suffer.
You graciously took it away. Saint John!
Now my desire mounts in me,
wherefore I'll fall to the ground fainting!

Ai domna prezans,
Ar penz qe·us acol en baizans.
Ah! Worthy lady,
now I imagine that I'm embracing and kissing you.

Joglar, vostr'enans
Voil, e Dieus lo vol mil aitans.
Joglar, I wish for your advancement
and god wishes for it a thousand times more.

Ara non siscla ni chanta Rossigniols, ni crida l'auriols En vergier ni dinz forest, Ni par flors groja ni blava; E si·m nais Jois e Chans E creis en veillians; Car no·m ven com sol somnejans.	Now the nightingale neither warbles nor sings and the oriole doesn't whistle in gardens or in forests, neither yellow nor blue flowers appear and yet Joy and Song are born in me, and grow while I'm awake; for they don't come to me, as they used to, when I'm asleep.
Car a midonz atalanta Qe·m loing dols! E serai ben fols S'eu totz temps ab leis non rest, Pos frain ma dolor plus brava; Si qe fais ni afans No·m pot esser dans, Ni maltraigz no·m dol paucs ni grans.	For my lady elects that I part from sadness! And I shall be rather foolish if I do not remain with her forever, since she destroys my fiercest grief, so that neither trouble nor anguish can harm me, nor does suffering, great or small, afflict me.
C'a pauc lo cors no·m n'avanta. Q'esquirols non es, ni cabrols, Tan lieus com eu sui, q'el test M'es la joia q'eu cercava; Don son jais en trepans E serai tot lans, Pos ma dona vol mos enans.	For my body almost escapes me. There isn't squirrel nor roe deer as light-footed as I am, for in my mind is the joy I was seeking; wherefore I am merry and frisky and I shall be all elan, for my lady wants my improvement.
E neys noca·m n'espavanta Lurs estols dels fels, fals e mols Lauzengiers, cui Deus tempest, Si·m pren midonz e m'entrava Per ja mais a mil ans Tot als seus comans; Q'en als cors non col q'eu m'eslans.	And not even the swarm of the felon, false, flaccid slanderers – may god destroy them – frightens me in the least if my lady captures me and binds me for more than a thousand years, completely, to her service; for I don't let my lust sway me towards someone else.
Ja Deus, qe·ls jornz fes qaranta Don mos sols es tornatz fillols, No·m des a don ni a prest Mais re, si leis mi salava; Anz li lais el balans Lo mon e mil tans Contra leis qe·m tol totz enjans.	May god, who resisted the forty days because of which this land of mine is christianised never give me as a gift or loan anything more, if he was keeping her for me; rather, I'll leave him, as compensation, this world, and a thousand times as much in exchange for her who purges me of all deceits.
C'ap ton cor q'el mieu se planta, Sai qe·m tols–car donar no·m vols Domna, que Jois pais e vest – Tot l'enjan q'a me! portava. Gen lo·m trais. Sain Johans! Ar m'en creis talans Don cairai el sol ablasmans!	For with your heart entering mine I know that you take away – for I know that you don't wish to give me, lady whom joy nourishes and clothes – all the deception that I, alas! used to suffer. You graciously took it away. Saint John! Now my desire mounts in me, wherefore I'll fall to the ground fainting!
Ai domna prezans, Ar penz qe·us acol en baizans.	Ah! Worthy lady, now I imagine that I'm embracing and kissing you.
Joglar, vostr'enans Voil, e Dieus lo vol mil aitans.	Joglar, I wish for your advancement and god wishes for it a thousand times more.