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Quan lo rossinhol el follos Dona d'amor e·n quier e·n pren E mou son chant jauzent joyos E remira sa par soven E·l riu son clar e·l prat son gen, Pel novel deport que-y renha, Mi vai grans joys al cor jazer. D'un'amistat suy enveyos, Quar no sai joya plus valen, Que d'aquesta, que bona·m fos Si·m fazia d'amor prezen, Que·l cors a gras, delgat e gen E ses ren que-y descovenha, E s'amors bon' ab bon saber. D'aquest' amor suy cossiros Vellan e pueys sompnhan dormen, Quar lai ay joy meravelos, Per qu'ieu la jau joyos jauzen. Mas sa beutatz no·m val nien, Quar nulhs amicx no m'essenha Cum ieu ja n'aya bonsaber. D'aquest' amor suy tan cochos Que quant ieu vau ves lieys corren Vejaire m'es qu'a reversos M'en torn e que lieys n'an fugen. E mos cavals i vai tan len e greu cug mais que y atenha, S'ilha no·s vol arretener. Amors, alegres part de vos Per so quar vau mo mielhs queren, E fuy-en tant aventuros Qu'enqueras n'ay mon cor jauzen. Mas pero per mon Bon Guiren Que·m vol e m'apell' e·m denha m'es ops a parcer mon voler. E qui sai reina deleytos E Dieu non siec en Bethleem No sai cum ja mais sia pros Ni cum ja venh' a guerimen, Qu'ieu sai e crei, mon escien, Que selh qui Jhesus ensenha Segur' escola pot tener. |
When, in the woods, the nightingale gives love, and requires it, and takes it and modulates its song in joy and often admires its mate; when the brooks are clear, and the meadows gentle, because of the happiness that reigns over them, a great joy dwells in my heart. I long for a friendship since I don't know of a worthier joy than this, which would suit me if she gave me a present of love; her shape is full, delicate and gentle without anything to mar it: and her good love has a good taste. I am concerned about this love whether I am awake or sleeping for there I have a marvelous joy because I joyfully enjoy her joy. But her beauty comes to no avail, because no friend teaches me how to taste of her. I am so gripped by this love that when I run towards her I feel like I am walking backwards and like she is fleeing from me. And my horse keeps so slow a pace, that I think I'll never reach her unless she wants to wait for me. Love, I leave you happily since I pursue something better, and flee towards such an adventure that my heart already rejoices in it. However, because of my Good Warranter, who wants me, calls me and condescends, I must split my desire. He who reigns here in delight and does not follow god in Bethlehem I don't see how he could be valiant, or achieve salvation, since I believe, as far as I know, that only he who is taught by Jesus can be sure of his schooling. |
Metrical pattern: 341
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