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S'ieu pogues ma voluntat
Forsar de segre mo sen,
Greu m'agra Amors tornat
A faire son mandamen.
No! - per so qu'om ses amor
Non ama ges tan valor
Cum fai fis enamoratz.
Quar greu er, si ben amatz,
Que ja cujetz pro be faire;
Et hom qui non es amaire,
Non tem falhir, ni·n cuj' esser tengutz
De tan cum fai entendeires o drutz.
Pero, si tot s'es onrat
De servir Amor, e gen,
Si torn ieu ab cor forsat.
E non ges per espaven
De far negun fag d'amor
Mas tostemps es de senhor
Don no ven acors ni gratz,
Qu'ades lo serv' om forsatz.
E·l senher qu'ades vol traire
Dels sieus e·ls ponh' en desfaire,
Non deu esser amatz ni car tengutz,
Mas sol aitan cum leialtatz adutz.
Una res m'a aleujat
Alques de mon pessamen:
Que anc en desleialtat
No renhet hom lonjamen,
Ni·n poget en gran ricor
No·il fenis en dezonor.
Et ai vist que leialtatz
A cregutz e melhuratz
Manhs homes de bas afaire;
Per qu'es folhs qui tem maltraire
Per si honrar, qu'astres es leu vengutz,
Quan deu venir, que ja non er perdutz.
Vers es qu'a mi a tarzat
Mos astres, que trop ven len.
Mas greu, tro qu'es car comprat,
Puei' om en gran honramen
Que tostemps so qu'es melhor
Es a conquerre peior
Que so que pauc val assatz.
Mas pueis n'es hom plus honratz,
Si ben o pot a cap traire,
Que de so no val gaire.
E quan s'ave qu'hom non o trai a lutz,
Almenhs n'a pretz qui ben s'es captengutz.
Dona, almenhs ai anat
Tan vas penre jauzimen
Que no·m pot esser vedat
Qu'ieu no·n aia·l cor jauzen.
Quan pens creisser vostr'onor
E quan vei castelh ni tor
Ni ren de lai on renhatz,
Sui de joi rics e sazatz.
E sabetz que m'es veiaire
Quan venc vas vostre repaire?
Totas sazos tro qu'a vos sui vengutz
Cug m'apropche lo locs don sui mogutz.
Totz hom, pueis es lauzenjaire,
Volria fos emperaire,
Quar si no fos de lauzengiers sos brutz,
Tals parlera de me que n'estai mutz.
Tan sap de be dir e faire
La reina de bon aire,
Elionors, per qu'es sos pretz cregutz,
E qui·n ditz ben es per totas crezutz.
If I could force my will
to follow my common sense
Love would hardly have turned me back
into its command.
No! Because a loveless man
doesn't care for valour as much
as does one who is faithfully in love.
For it is hard, if you love well,
to ever think you are doing well enough;
and a man who isn't a lover
doesn't fear failure, nor thinks he is bound [to do]
as much as does a suitor or lover.
Still, honourable and appropriate
as it is to serve Love,
I go back to it under protest.
And this not out of fear
of engaging in any feat of love
but [because] the lot of a lord
who accords neither relief nor gratitude
is to ever be served under protest.
And the lord who always wants to exploit
his [people] and drives them to ruin
must not be loved, nor held dear,
more than as much as loyalty imposes.
One thing has lightened
somewhat my worry:
that through disloyalty, in the end,
one doesn't rule for long,
nor does he amass great riches
that don't end up dishonouring him.
And I have seen that loyalty
has grown and improved
many men of ill repute;
for he is a fool who fears the hardship
needed to honour himself, for the moment comes easily,
when it has to come, and it isn't ever lost again.
It is true that my own moment,
which comes too slowly, has tarried.
But it is through hardship, albeit one pays dearly for it,
that one rises to great honour,
for that which is best always is
much harder to acquire
than that which is worth little.
But, in the end, one is more honoured,
if he could bring it to a good conclusion,
than for something which isn't worth anything.
And if it happens that one doesn't reveal it,
at least, he has the virtue of having behaved well.
Lady, at least I have come
so close to reap the fruit
that I can't be stopped
from having a glad heart for it.
When I think I increase your honour
and when I see a tower or castle
or anything else of the place you rule,
I am rich and sated with joy.
And do you know what I envision
when I come to your dwellings?
All the time, until I have come to you,
I believe the place I come from moves towards me.
I want everyone, as long as he's a slanderer,
to be emperor,
for, had it not been for the rumours of slanderers,
somebody who remains silent would talk about me.
Eleanor, the queen of great lineage,
knows how to act, and talk, so well
that her virtue has grown
and he who says good things about her is believed everywhere.