Amics, en gran cossirier Suy per vos, et en greu pena; E del mal q'ieu en sufier No cre que vos sentatz guaire. Doncx, per que·us metetz amaire, Pus a me laissatz tot lo mal? Quar amdui no·l partem egual?	Friend, I am in great anguish and in heavy throes because of you; and I don't think you are at all affected by the ills I suffer. Well, why do you take to loving only to leave all the pain to me? Why don't we both share it equally?
Don', Amors a tal mestier, Pus dos amicx encadena, Que·l mal q'an e l'alegrier Sen chascus, so·ill es vejaire. Qu'ieu pens, e non suy guabaire, Que la dura dolor coral Ai eu tota a mon cabal.	Lady, Love acts in such a way, when linking two lovers, that each feels, in his own opinion, all the pain and all the happiness. For I think, and I am no braggart, that the entire load of this harsh heartache is on my shoulders.
Amicx, s'acsetz un cartier De la dolor que·m malmena, Be viratz mon encombrier; Mas no·us cal del mieu dan guaire; Que – quar no m'en puesc estraire – Cum que·m an vos es cominal – An me ben o mal atretal.	Friend, if you had one quarter of the pain that batters me, you would see my crux; but you don't care about my ills at all; for – since I cannot extricate myself – how I am is all the same to you: good or bad, it doesn't matter.
Dompna, quar yst lauzengier, Que m'an tout sen et alena, Son uostr'anguoyssos guerrier Lays m'en, non per tala vaire; Qu'ar no·us suy pres, qu'ab lur braire Vos an bastit tal joc mortal Que no jauzem jauzen jornal.	Lady, it is because these slanderers, who have taken away my sense and courage away, are your implacable enemies that I let it be, not out of fickleness; for now I'm not by your side because, with their braying, they have set up such deadly snags for you that we don't enjoy a single happy day.
Amicx, nulh grat no·us refier, Quar ia·l mieus dans vos refrena De vezer me, que·us enquier. E si vos faitz plus guardaire Del mieu dan qu'ieu no vuelh faire, Be·us tenc per sobreplus leyal Que no son silh de l'Espital.	Friend, you shan't find me in the least grateful, for harm to me doesn't stop you from seeing me, which I am asking you to do. And if you act as a better guardian against my harm than I do, I consider you as much more loyal than the knights of the Hospital.
Dona, ieu tem a sobrier – Qu'aur perdi, e vos arena – Que per dig de lauzengier Nostr'amor tornes en caire; Per so dey tener en guaire Trop plus que vos, per Sanh Marsal, Quar etz la res que mais me val.	Lady, I fear more greatly – since I risk gold, and you but sand – that, because of the words of a slanderer, our love might turn out badly; therefore I must be so much more alert than you, by Saint Martial, for you are the thing I value the most.
Amicx, tan vos sai leugier E fait d'amoroza mena Qu'ieu cug que de cavalier Siatz devengutz camjayre; E deg vos o ben retraire Quar ben paretz que pessetz d'al Pos del mieu pensamen no·us cal.	Friend, I know you to be so frivolous and given to escapades that I believe that, from a knight, you have become a changeling; and I shall indeed reproach you for it, for you certainly look like you are thinking of something else, since you don't care about my sorrow.
Dona, ja mais esparvier No port, ni cas ab serena, S'anc pueys que·m detz joi entier Fui de nulh' autr' enquistaire; Ni no suy aital bauzaire, Mas per enveja·l deslial M'o alevon e·m fan venal.	Lady, may I never carry a goshawk or hunt with a falcon if ever, after you gave me full joy, I went after any other woman; nor am I such a Don Juan: it is out of envy that the turncoats attribute this to me, and portray me as vile.
Amicx, creirai vos per aital Qu'aissi·us aya tostemps leyal.	Friend, I shall believe you on condition that you may be forever loyal to me.
Dona, aissi m'auretz leyal Que ja mais non pensarai d'al.	Lady, you will have me so loyal that I shan't ever think about anything else.