| prosody | miscellaneous |
D'autra guiz e d'autra razo m'aven a chantar que no sol, e no'us cugetz que de mon dol esper a far bona chanso, mas mestier m'es qu'ieu fassa merceiar a mans, chantan lieis qui m'encolp a tort, qu'ieu n'ai lezer qu'estiers non parl'ab tres. Merce dei trobar e perdo si'l dreitz uzatges no'm destol tal que de merceiar no'm tol; ja salvet Merces lo lairo que autre be no'l podia salvar; ieu non ai plus ves ma vida cofort que, si'l dreitz qu'ai no'm val, valha'm Merces. Donc a hom dreg en Amor? No, mas cujarion-s'o li fol qu'ela'us encolpara, si's vol, quar li Frances no son Guasco e quar la naus frai ans que fos a Bar: las! per aital colpa sui pres de mort, que d'als, per Crist, no sai qu'ieu tort l'agues. Ar conosc ieu e sap mi bo qu'om nos part leu de so que vol, ans n'a cor plus humil e mol si tot l'estrai un temps son do: per mi'us o dic qu'anc non puec dezamar selha que'm tolh del tot joy e deport, ans m'afortis ades on pieger m'es. Hueimais, senhor e compagno, per Dieu, ans quei del tot m'afol preiatz lieis don m'amor no's tol que n'aia merce cum del so, e diguas tug, pus non l'aus nominar: bela, prendetz per nos n'Arnaut en cort e no metatz son chantar en deves. |
In another way, on another subject, from what I'm used to, I'd better sing; and don't you think that out of my grief I hope to compose a good song, but I have to move to mercy many, singing about her who blames me wrongly, since I have a chance, lest I'd talk but to three. I must find compassion and forgiveness, unless the rightful usage has gone that doesn't prevent me from begging for compassion; Compassion saved the thief whom no other good could save; as for my life, I have no more comfort: therefore, if right doesn't help me, let Compassion do it. Then, has man any right in love? No, but fools could think so just as, if one'd like to, he could accuse the French of not being Gascon or the ship of sinking before reaching Bari: alas! for such a crime I'm taken by death, because otherwise, by Christ, I don't know what I did wrong. Now I know, and I like it so, that one does not part lightly from the one whom he craves, instead, he gets a humble and tender heart, even if she denies her grace temporarily: I say this about me, who cannot stop loving her that took all my joy and my pleasure away, instead, the worse she treats me, the more I persist. At last, lords and companions, by god, before she utterly wastes me, pray her to whom my love clings to pity me as hers, and say, you all, since I don't dare name her: "Fair one, take Arnaut in your heart for us and don't throw his singing away". |