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Quan chai la fuelha dels aussors entressims el freg s'erguelha don seca 'l vais e'l vims, del dous refrims vei sordezir la bruelha: mais ieu sui prims d'Amor qui que s'en tuelha. Tot quan es gela, mas ieu no puesc frezir qu'amors novela mi fa'l cor reverdir; non dei fremir qu'Amors mi cuebr'em cela em fai tenir ma valor em capdela Bona es vida pus Joia la mante quei tals n'escrida qui ges non vai tam be; no sai de re coreillar m'escarida que per ma fe de mielhs ai ma partida. De drudaria no'm sai de re blasmar, qu'autrui paria trastorn en reirazar; geb as sa par no sai doblar m'amia q'una non par que segonda no'l sia No vuelh s'asemble mos cors ab autr'amor si qu'eu ja'l m'emble ni volva'l cap alhor: no ai paor que ja selh de Pontremble n'aia gensor de lieis ni que la semble. Tant es per genta selha que'm te joios las gensors trenta vens de belhas faisos: ben es razos doncas que mos chans senta quar es tan pros e de ric pretz manenta. Vai t'en chanzos, denan lei ti presenta, que s'ill no fos no'i meir'Arnautz s'ententa. |
When the leaf sings from the highest peaks and the cold rises, withering the hazelnut and willow, of its sweet refrains I see the wood grow dumb; but I'm close to love, whosoever might abandon it. Everything is iced, but I cannot freeze because a love affair makes my heart lush again; I should not quiver, because Love covers and hides me and makes me preserve my merit, and leads me. Life is good, if joy holds it, though some, whose things do not go well, complain; I don't know how to reproach my lot since, by my troth, I have my share of the best. As of flirting, I don't know what to blame, and of the others I spurn the company; since, of all her peers, no one is like mine, since there doesn't seem to be one who comes not after her. I don't want my heart to join another love lest she flees me and turns her head elsewhere: I have no fear that even the one from Pontremoli has one worthier than her, or that seems so. She's so kind, the one that keeps me joyous that the kindest thirty she wins by her fair looks: that's a good reason for her to hear my songs, because she's so noble and so preciously deserving. Go, then, song, show before her: if it were not so, you wouldn't deserve Arnaut's endeavour. |