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Companho, tant ai agutz d'avols conres
Qu'ieu non puesc mudar no-n chan e que no-m pes;
Enpero no vueill c'om sapcha mon afar de maintas res.

E dirai vos m'entendensa, de que es:
No m'azauta cons gardatz ni gorcs ses peis,
Ni gabars de malvatz homes com de lor faitz non agues.

Senher Dieus, quez es del mon capdels e reis,
Qui anc premier gardet con, com non esteis
C'anc no fo mestiers ni garda c'a sidons estes sordeis.

Pero dirai vos de con, cals es sa leis,
Com sel hom que mal n'a fait e peitz n'a pres:
Si queg'autra res en merma, qui-n pana, e cons en creis.

E sel qui no volra-n creire mos casteis,
An ho vezer pres lo bosc, en un deveis:
Per un albre c'om hi tailla n'i naison ho dos ho treis.

E quan lo bocx es taillatz, nais plus espes
E-l senher no-n pert son comte ni sos ses:
A revers planh hom la tala, si-l dampnatges no-i es ges.

Tortz es c'om planha la tala si negun dan no-i a ges.

Comrades, I have had so many bad receptions
that I cannot do without singing and grieving about it;
however, I don't want people to know my business in many things.

And I shall tell you my opinion about this:
I don't like a warded cunt nor a pond without fish,
nor boasting of base men, as if there weren't records of their actions.

Lord God, who are refuge and king of the world,
why didn't the first cunt-warden drop dead?
Because there never was service, or watch, worse than that.

Therefore shall I tell you the Law of the Cunt,
as a man who's done badly and has been repaid worse:
if other things dwindle when you take of them, the cunt grows.

And he who will not believe my teachings,
let him go see by the wood, in a reservation:
for each tree people fell, two or three grow.

And when the wood is cut, it grows back thicker
and the owner doesn't miss his profit, nor his income:
one complains wrongly about the loss, if no harm is done.

It is wrong to complain about the loss, if no harm is done.