prosody | miscellaneous |
Dona, si m'auzes rancurar De vos ploran mi clamèra, Mas no vos deg encolpar Qu'ieu sai be que tan valètz Que tot qan faitz e dizètz M'es bon, si tot a me tira. Mas Dieu, que no faill en re, Pregua lo hom de son be, E donx ben dei ieu vos preguar: Ja no·us en devetz far fèra, Pos re no vos aus blasmar; Mas parlar be·m sufrirètz – Oc, tan qu'ieu en soi meils lètz, – C'aillor ma lengua no·s vira; Mas en vos clamar merce Non ten pro ni no·m sove. Si saubes tan Dieu predicar Ben sai c'ap se m'alberguèra. C'ades, cant ieu cug orar, Dei pregar a Dieu, creisetz, Que fos ab vos lai on ètz Que d'als mors cors non consira Si que non-poders lo te Qu'ar la i non cor ab l'ale. Pos tan vos platz eschausar No sai si·m dirai "trop èra, Dona, que·m denhetz baizar." E donx com sufrir podètz Que·us bais? pos tan mi valètz Quar ab aquel be morira Adoncs marves (per ma fe, Si penses so, car m'en ve.) Bela doussa dona (si·us par Qu'ieu no vailla tant enquèra Que·m dejatz ab vos colgar) Neis del be que fag m'avètz No fo anc re si temètz C'aiatz faillit; qu'ieu faillira E tanh meils que·ill mortz m'en me Que ja vos faillatz per me. Domna, si me voletz pagar, Ab aitan que plus no·us quèra Com eu n'ai, podetz o far Qu'eu non ai (be o sabètz) Sens vos honor ni nuill prètz Per que mos cors no s'adira Com que·m menetz, ni·s cove Pus res vas vos no·m mante. Per que·us deu ben esser plus car, Mas mos cors ves vos s'esmèra Si que res no i pot camjar: Qu'ieu sai tal, si m'en crezètz, Que val for vos d'autras dètz, Qu'eu, si·m volgues, m'en jauzira; Mas si·m tenetz ferm el fre C'autra no·m platz que·m n'estre. Dona, Dieu saubr'ieu ensenhar So don totz molt meillurèra Que tolgues c'om en amar No pogues far tort ni vètz Si nuill mal parlar no . . . ètz Que no i fail qui fortz sospira Ni trop au ni sent ni ve, Ni conois ni sap ni cre. Dona, onguan cai'en mal ira Sel qu'encontra vos ni me Ditz re ni conois ni cre. |
Lady, if I dared complain, I would cry out weeping; but I shall not blame you, for I know well that you are worth so much that all you do and say is good to me, although it may displease me. But since one prays god, who doesn't fail in anything, for one's good, I shall, indeed, pray you too: you ought not to be wroth, for I dare not blame you; but you will bear with me talking – yes, as long as I am the merrier for it – for my tongue doesn't turn to other subjects; but when begging you for mercy, it doesn't do me any good, nor does it help me. If I could invoke god as much, I know well he'd keep me by his side. For now, when I set out to pray, I must endear god, believe me, to be there where you are, for I can't turn my heart elsewhere so that powerlessness keeps it so that now I don't have enough breath to name her. Since you like so much to drive away, I don't know whether I'll say "It was too much, lady, that you deigned to kiss me". And so, how can you tolerate that I kiss you, since you mean so much to me that I will die of such a gift right away? (by my troth, if I thought so, I'd pay dearly for it). Fair, sweet lady (if you think that I am still not worth of lying with you) nothing has come (if so you fear, that you have acted wrongly) of the good that you have bestowed upon me; for I shall be at fault, and death should rather take me away, before you are at fault because of me. Lady, if you wish to reward me, although I do not ask for more than I have, you can do it: for, without you, I have (this much you know) neither honour nor worth, so that my heart is not heavy, no matter how you treat me; nor does it befit me, since nothing helps my case with you. For this I should be more dear to you: I refine my love for you to such a point that nothing in it can be changed: for I know a certain woman, if you believe me, who is worth, except for you, ten other with whom, if I wanted, I could sleep; but you tether me so that I don't suffer another woman to favour me. Lady, I could teach god that which would much improve on everything: preventing man from committing wrong or misdeed in loving unless it were not ... speaking ill, for there is no fault in sighing loudly, nor excess of hearing or seeing, of knowing or of believing. Lady, may anyone who says, knows or believes anything against you or me fall into distress. |