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Bel m'es can s'esclarzis l'onda E qecs auzels pel jardin S'esjauzis segon son latin! Lo chanz per los becs toronda, Mais eu trop miels qe negus. Qe scienza jauzionda M'apres c'al soleilh declin Laus lo jorn, e l'ost' al matin, Et a qec fol non responda Ni contra musart no mus. Car l'Avolenza recoinda A semblan del flot marin, Per q'ieu segnhorei mon vezin, E no vueil ges de mi bonda So don hom m'apel caus. Ia non er mais sazionda Enveia tro en la fin, Ni Cobezeza atressi, Q'evejos e dizironda Vai e reven al pertus. Ni non cug mai que·s resconda Malvestatz, c'a plen camin Segon ja li ric son train, E canc Avolez' ablonda Es Malvestatz crup de sus. A greu aura ia vergonda Putia de gros bosin, Mas nafrot baldit baboin Ja acueilh, car li aprionda Soven, qi qe s'en graus. Car el n'a la clau segonda Per qe·l segner, so·us afin, Porta capel cornut conin, C'ab sol un empeut redonda Si donz, lo ditz Marcabrus. E non puesc mudar non gronda Del vostre dan moillerzin, E pos res non reman per mi Si l'us pela l'autre tonda E reuerc contra raus. Que·l vostre domneis sobronda E sembla joc azenin E de loc en loc ris canin E qer com Dieus lo confonda Qi sobre tot be vol plus. Se·l segnorius de Gironda Poia, encar poiara plus, Ab qe pense com confonda Paias, so·ilh manda Jhezus. |
I am happy when the wave is cleared, and each bird in the garden rejoices in its own language. and singing rings through their beaks, but I compose better than anyone else. For the gay science taught me to praise the day at sunset and the host in the morning, not to answer every fool and not loiter along with a loiterer. For Cowardice ebbs as the wave on the sea, which is why I check on my neighbor and, certainly, I don't want him humming that for which they call me a cuckold. Envy never will be satiated, until the end nor will Greed, either, for the envious and greedy go back and forth to their downfall. Nor do I think that Malice hides: for sure, in full pomp, the rich already follow its train and, when Cowardice struts, it carries Malice on its arse. It is hardly shameless, whoring of the highest caliber, but certainly welcomes a cursed dwarf baboon, for it works, often, whoever may complain. Because he has his second key, which is why the master of the house, I assure you, wears a horned hat, courtesy of cunt because it is only through a graft that his lady['s tummy] swells, so says Marcabru. And I cannot help but scold the damage women cause you. And since no one stops on my advice, if one peels, let the other shave and turn against blame. For your womanizing overflows and resembles the game of the donkey, (sometimes the laughter of dogs) and may God, who wants the best above all, confound it! If the Lordship of Gironda rises, it will rise even more, provided that he takes care to confuse the heathen. This, Jesus commands. |