Raimbaut de Vaqueiras: Chanson de femme 24

Altas undas que venez suz la mar
que fay lo vent çay e lay demenar
de mun amic sabez novas comtar,
qui lay passet? No lo vei retornar!
Et oy Deu, d'amor!
Ad hora.m dona joi et ad hora dolor!
Tall waves coming over the sea,
which the wind makes sway hither and thither
do you have any news of my lover,
who crossed the sea? I can't see him coming back!
Ah, god, this love!
Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!

Oy, aura dulza, qui vens dever lai
Un mun amic dorm e sejorn' e jai,
Del dolz aleyn un beure m'aporta.y!
La bocha obre, per gran desir qu'en ai.
Et oy Deu, d'amor!
Ad hora.m dona joi e ad hora dolor!
O sweet breeze, who come from down there
where my lover sleeps and dwells and lies,
bring me here a goblet of his sweet breath!
I open my mouth out of the craving I have.
Ah, god, this love!
Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!

Mal amar fai vassal d'estran païs,
Car en plor tornan e sos jocs e sos ris.
Ja nun cudey mun amic me tra�s,
qu'eu li doney ço que d'amor me quis.
Et oy Deu, d'amor!
Ad hora.m dona joi e ad hora dolor!
It hurts to love a warrior from a foreign land,
for his embraces and laughter turn to weeping.
Never did I think my friend would betray me,
since I gave him all the love he requested.
Ah, god, this love!
Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!

Note: assuming that this poem is by Raimbaut de Vaqueiras entails assuming that, at the same time, he momentarily turned:

childish (the style of this poem isn't even remotely as accomplished as that of his more sanely attributed works)
gay (the poem is dedicated to a guy)
Portuguese (the form was, in Raimbaut's times, almost exclusively confined to the north-western Iberian peninsula)

Well, to paraphrase Mark Twain, this website is visited by about a hundred people a day: if each of us takes his share of this yarn, maybe we can swallow it all.

Altas undas que venez suz la mar que fay lo vent çay e lay demenar de mun amic sabez novas comtar, qui lay passet? No lo vei retornar! Et oy Deu, d'amor! Ad hora.m dona joi et ad hora dolor!	Tall waves coming over the sea, which the wind makes sway hither and thither do you have any news of my lover, who crossed the sea? I can't see him coming back! Ah, god, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!
Oy, aura dulza, qui vens dever lai Un mun amic dorm e sejorn' e jai, Del dolz aleyn un beure m'aporta.y! La bocha obre, per gran desir qu'en ai. Et oy Deu, d'amor! Ad hora.m dona joi e ad hora dolor!	O sweet breeze, who come from down there where my lover sleeps and dwells and lies, bring me here a goblet of his sweet breath! I open my mouth out of the craving I have. Ah, god, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!
Mal amar fai vassal d'estran païs, Car en plor tornan e sos jocs e sos ris. Ja nun cudey mun amic me tra�s, qu'eu li doney ço que d'amor me quis. Et oy Deu, d'amor! Ad hora.m dona joi e ad hora dolor!	It hurts to love a warrior from a foreign land, for his embraces and laughter turn to weeping. Never did I think my friend would betray me, since I gave him all the love he requested. Ah, god, this love! Sometimes it gives me joy and sometimes pain!