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Ara.m digatz, Rambaut, si vos agrada, Si.us es aissi, cum eu auch dire, pres, Que malamen s'es contra vos guidada Vostra dompna de sai en Tortones, Don avetz faich mainta cansson en bada; Mas ill a faich de vos tal sirventes Don etz aunitz, et ill es vergoignada, Que vostr' amors no.il es honors ni bes, Per q'ella s'es aissi de vos loignada. Albert marques, vers es q'ieu ai amada L'enganairitz don m'avetz escomes, Que s'es de mi e de bon pretz ostada; Mas no.n puosc mais, qu'e ren no.il ai mespres, Anz l'ai tostemps servida et onrada; Mas vos e lieis persegua vostra fes, C'avetz cent vetz per aver perjurada, Per qe.is clamon de vos li Genoes, Que, malgrat lor, lor empeignetz l'estrada. Per Dieu, Rambaut, d'aisso.us port garentia Que maintas vetz per talan de donar Ai aver tout, e non per manentia Ni per thesaur q'ieu volgues ajostar; Mas vos ai vist cent vetz per Lombardia Anar a pe, a lei de croi joglar, Paubre d'aver e malastruc d'amia, E feira.us pro qi.us dones a manjar, E membre vos co.us trobei a Pavia. Albert marques, enoi e vilania Sabetz ben dir e mieils la sabetz far, E tot engan e tota fellonia E malvastat pot hom en vos trobar, E pauc de pretz e de cavallaria, Per qe.us tolgront ses deman Val de Tar; Peiracorva perdetz vos per foillia; E Nicolos e Lanfrancos da Mar Vos podon ben appellar de bausia. Per Dieu, Rambaut, segon la mi' esmansa, Fesetz que fols qan laissetz lo mestier Don aviatz honor e benananssa; E cel qe.us fetz de joglar cavallier Vos det enoi, trebaill e malananssa E pensamen et ir' et encombrier, E tolc vos joi e pretz et alegranssa, Que puois montetz de ronssin en destrier Non fesetz colp d'espaza ni de lanssa. Albert marques, tota vostr' esperanssa Es en trazir et en faire panier: Enves totz cels c'ab vos an acordanssa E que.us servon de grat e volontier Vos non tenetz sagramen ni fianssa; E s'ieu non vail per armas Olivier, Vos non valetz Rotlan, a ma semblanssa, Que Plasensa no.us laissa Castaignier: Tol vos la terr' e no.n prendetz venganssa. Sol Dieus mi gart, Rambaut, mon Escudier, En cui ai mes mon cor e m'esperanssa, A mon dan get de trobar vos e 'n Pier, Vis de castron magagnat, larga panssa! Albert marques, tuich li vostre gerrier Ant tal paor de vos e tal doptanssa Qu'il vos clamon lo marques putanier, Deseretat, desleial, ses fianssa |
Now tell me, Raimbaut, if you please, if it actually, as I hear say, happened that she has behaved ill towards you, here in Tortona; and I mean your lady, the very one for whom you've written many a song in vain; But she has made such a parody of you for which you are debased, and she is shamed; your love brought neither honour nor advantage, and that is why she has left you in this fashion. Marquis Albert, it is true I have loved the deceiver you goad me with and who has swayed from me, and from good worth; But I can't do more, since I haven't failed her in anything; instead I have always served and honoured her; But her, and you, may your broken faith torment, that which you have violated a hundred times out of greed, so that the Genoese protest that you, in spite of their protests, assail them on the highway. By God, Raimbaut, I can assure you this: that many times out of will to donate and not in order to enrich myself, I have taken money, nor did I do so for any treasure I might want to hoard; But I have seen you a hundred times through Lombardy on foot, as befits a wretched jester, poor of wealth and unfortunate in love, needing somebody to gift you with some food: and remember how I found you in Pavia. Marquis Albert, annoying and villainous things come well to you in speech, and even better in practice, and all deception and all treachery and malice can be found in you, and little of worth, and little chivalry, therefore they took from you Val di Taro unimpeded, and you lose Pietracorva out of folly; And Nicolo and Lanfranco da Mar may well call you faithless. By God, Raimbaut, in my opinion you did a foolish thing when you abandoned the trade where you found honour and ease; And he who turned you from jester into knight brings you grief, torment and misfortune and worries, and sorrow and embarrassment and takes joy and worth and mirth from you; moreover, since you rose from a nag to a steed you didn't land a blow of sword or lance. Marquis Albert, all your hope is in betraying and in cheating: towards all those that have truces with you and serve you eagerly and willingly you keep neither oath nor faith; And where I am no Oliver with arms you are, it seems to me, not quite a Roland's worth, since Piacenza doesn't leave your Castagnero: it takes your land, and you no vengeance. Raimbaut, if God only keeps me my Squire, in which I have put my heart and hope, I don't care for your versifying for sir Pier's face of a cankerous goat, you fat paunch! Marquis Albert, all your enemies have such fear of you and such distrust that they call you the whoring marquis, disinherited, unfair and untrustworthy. |