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Senhors, per los nostres peccatz creys la forsa dels Sarrazis: Jherusalem pres Saladis et encaras non es cobratz; per que manda·l reys de Marroc qu'ab totz los reys de Crestias se combatra ab sos trefas Andolozitz et Arabitz contra la fe de Crist garnitz. Totz los alcavis a mandatz: masmutz, maurs, goitz e barbaris, e no·y reman gras ni mesquis que totz no·ls aya·n ajostatz: anc pus menut ayga non ploc cum elhs passon e prendo·ls plas; la caraunhada dels milas geta·ls paysser, coma berbitz, e no·y reman brotz ni razitz. Tant an d'erguelh selh qu'a triatz qu'els cujo·l mons lur si'aclis; Marroquenas, Marabetis pauzon a mons per mieg los pratz; mest lor gabon: «Franc, faiz nos loc! Nostr'es Proensa e Tolzas, entro al Puey totz lo mejas!» Anc tan fers gaps no fon auzitz dels falses cas, ses ley, marritz. Emperaire, vos o aujatz, e·l reys de Frans'e sos cozis, e·l reys engles, coms peitavis: qu'al rey d'Espanha secorratz! Que anc mais negus mielhs no poc a servir Dieu esser propdas: ab Luy venseretz totz los cas cuy Bafometz a escarnitz e·ls renegatz outrasalhitz. Jhezus Cristz, que·ns a prezicatz per que fos bona nostra fis, nos demostra qu'es dregz camis: qu'ab penedens'er perdonatz lo peccatz que d'Adam se moc. E vol nos far ferms e certas, si·l crezem, qu'ab los sobiras nos metra, e sara·ns la guitz sobre·ls fals fellos descauzitz. Non laissem nostras heretatz, pus qu'a la gran fe em assis, a cas negres outramaris; q'usquecx ne sia perpessatz enans que·l dampnatge nos toc! Portogals, Gallicx, Castellas, Navars, Aragones, Serdas lur avem en barra gequitz qu'els an rahuzatz et aunitz. Quan veyran los baros crozatz, Alamans, Frances, Cambrezis, Engles, Bretos et Angevis, Biarns, Gascos, ab nos mesclatz, e·ls Provensals, totz en un floc, saber podetz qu'ab los Espas romprem la preyss'e·l cap e·ls mas, tro·ls ajam mortz totz e delitz; pueys er mest nos totz l'aurs partitz. Profeta sera·n Gavaudas que·l digz er faitz. E mortz als cas! E Dieus er honratz e servitz on Bafometz era grazitz. |
Gentlemen, it is because of our sins that the Saracen's strength increases: the Saladin has taken Jerusalem and it still hasn't been recovered; then the king of Morocco makes it known that he'll fight all Christian kings together with his wicked Andalusian and Arabs, armed against the faith in Christ. He has summoned all his lieutenants: Masmuda, Moors, Goths and Berbers and there isn't anybody, plump or scrawny, who hasn't been enlisted: rather, the rain hasn't ever been thicker than they [are], passing and covering the plains; these cadaverous thousands he drives to pasture, like a heard, and not a blade of grass or a root is left there. Those he has chosen have so much pride that they think the world bows to them; Moroccans, Murabitun, pause in heaps amidst the meadows; and they mouth among themselves: "Franks, make place! Ours are Provença and the Comtat de Tolosa and all the territory up to Puy!" Never such fierce bragging was heard from these treacherous, faithless, despicable curs. Emperor, please listen, and you, king of France, his cousin, and the English king, count of Peiteu: may you succour the Spanish king! For one never had a better chance to serve god: with him, you'll defeat all the curs the Baphomet has seduced and the renegades that have changed side. Jesus Christ, who preached to us so that our end would be good, shows us what the straight path is: for through penitence the sin that descends from Adam is forgiven. And he wants to make us certain and assured, if we believe him, he'll place us among the chosen, and he'll be our guide against the treacherous, wretched felons. Let's not leave our birthright, since we are propped by the great faith, to black curs from beyond the sea; let everybody think it through before the damage affects us! Portuguese, Galicians, Castilians, Navarrese, Aragonese, Cerdanyans we have used as a barrier against them, but they have routed and humiliated them. When the crusading barons come, German, French, Cambresine, English, Breton, Angevin, Bearnese, Gascon, together with us, and the Provencal, all in a horde, you can be sure that, together with the Spanish, we'll part the mass, and the heads, until we have them dead and gone; then the gold will be split among us. Gavaudan will be its prophet: what is said will be done. And death to the curs! And god is honoured and served where Baphomet was being worshipped. |