Pois tals saber mi sortz e·m creis Que trobar sai – et ieu o dic! – Mal estara si non pareis Et er mi blasmat si m'en gic; Car so qu'om van'ab la lenga Taing ben que en pes lo tenga, Car non pot aver pejor dec Qui ditz so que no s'avenga.	Since such a skill springs and grows in me, that I can write poetry – and I do claim so! – it will look bad if it doesn't show and I shall be blamed if I give it up; since that which one boasts with his tongue should weigh heavily on his mind, since there is no worse fault than claiming something that doesn't happen.
Er ai gaug car sebram dels freis E remanon sol li abric; Li auzellet – et es lor leis Qe negus de chantar no·is gic – Us quecs s'alegr'en sa lenga Pel novel temps que·il sovenga; E dels arbres qu'eron tuit sec Lo foils pels branquils s'arenga.	Now I enjoy that we part from the cold and that the shelters remain unused; little birds – their laws impose that no one get away with no singing – each one rejoices in its own language because of Spring, which it recalls; and the branches of the trees, which were all dry, are lined with foliage.
E qui anc jorn d'amar si feis Non taing q'era s'en desrazic C'ab lo novel temps que s'espreis Deu quecs aver son cor plus ric; E qui non sap ab la lenga Dir so que·il coven, aprenga Consi ab novel joi s'esplec: C'aisi vol Pretz que·s captenga.	And whoever took to loving ought not to uproot himself from it now for, with the awakening of Spring, each should have his heart enriched; and he who doesn't know how to express with his tongue what behoves him, let him learn how to achieve his aim with novel joy: for Worth wants one to bear himself so.
Estat ai fis amics adreis D'una que·m enganav'ab tric, E car anc s'amors mi destreis, Tos temps n'aurai mon cor enic; Qu'aras non voill qu'ab sa lenga Auir lo digz que·m destrenga Per so qu'autre ab lieis s'abrec Et eu caz so q'aicel prenga.	I have been the faithful and true lover of a woman who deceived and tricked me and since I was tethered by my love for her, I shall always be resentful; but I don't want to hear from her mouth words that would tether me because I know that another enjoys her favour and I hunt what he captures.
Ab leis remanga·l malaveis E·l engans et ab son amic; Que tals joys m'a pres e m'azeis Dont ja non creirai fals prezic: Anz voill c'om mi tail la lenga S'ieu ja de leis crei lausenga Ni de s'amor mi desazec, S'ie·n sabia perdr'Aurenga.	Let spite and deceit remain with her and with her lover; since such joy has taken and inflamed me that I shall never believe anything false about it: rather, I'd have my tongue cut before I believe slander about her nor would I renounce her love, even if I knew that I'd lose Orange because of it.
Ben taing qu'eu sia fis vas leis Car anc mais tant en aut non cric. Que Nostre Seigner, el mezeis, Ab pauc de far non i faillic; C'apenas saup ab la lenga Dir "aital vuoill que devenga"; Qu'a la beutat q'en leis assec Non volc c'autra s'i espenga.	It behoves me to be faithful to her since I have never waxed so high. Because even the lord himself almost took fault with her, for he could barely utter "thus I wish her to become" For he doesn't want another woman to aspire to the beauty he put in her.
Domna, no·us sai dir loncs plaideis, Mas far de mi podetz mendic O plus ric que anc no fon reis; Del tot sui en vostre castic! Sol vos digatz ab la lenga Consi voletz que·m captenga; Qu'eu ai cor qu'enasi estec, E que ja d'autra no·m fenga!	Lady, I can't weave a long plea, but you can make of me a beggar or someone richer than ever a king was; I am entirely in your power! Just say, out of your mouth, how you want me to behave; for my heart has always been this way, and may I never fall for another woman!
Domna, no·us quier ab la lenga Mas qu'en baisan vos estrenga En tal luoc on ab vos m'azec, E que d'ams mos bratz vos senga.	Lady, I don't ask for anything out of my mouth but to hug you, in kissing, in a place such that I may join you and encircle you with both my arms.
Levet, fai auzir ta lengua En cuy beutatz se depenga; C'aia tal vers selha qu'ieu dec Per so que de mi·l sovenga.	Levet, have your voice, in which beauty should be portrayed; Let the one I mention have such a song that she may remember me.