prosody | miscellaneous |
Per l'aura freida que guida L'invern qu'es tant plens d'iror, L'auzeill qu'us no·n brai ni·n crida Sotz foilla ni per verdor, Car l'estiu, a bell' aizida Mesclon lor joia certana. Non auch chant ni retentida Ni non vei brondel ab flor, Empero si ai auzida Una estraigna clamor, De Joi que·is plaing, ses ufana, Cui Malvestatz disciplina. Proeza es forbandida, E son malvatz li meillor! Lonc temps auran cossentida Els maritz lor desonor, Als acropitz lenguas planas Torbadors d'amistat fina. D'entre dompnas es fugida Vergoigna e non sai cor! Las plus ant coa forbida E mes lo segl' en error, Mas lor semensa frairina Geta malvatz fruit quan grana. Drudari' es trassaillida E creis Putia s'onor, E·il moillerat l'ant sazida E so·is fait dompnejador! Tant m'es bel quand us s'en vana Cum de can quant prist farina. Tant cum Marcabrus ac vida, Us non ac ab lui amor D'aicella gen descauzida, Que son malvatz donador, Mesclador d'avol doctrina Per Frans' e per Guiana. N'Amfos, ab patz segurana Que tengua, Valors l'aclina. |
Because of the cold wind that guides the raging Winter, not one of the birds yells or shouts under the leaves or through the greenery, for it is the Summer, with its great cheerfulness, that they entwine with their certain joy. I hear neither song nor chirping and I don't see a twig with flowers, but I have heard a strange rumour, about Joy, who grieves, without exaggeration, the constraint imposed by Wickedness. Prowess is banned and the wicked are [considered] the best; long will they have conceded, with [?] their husbands, the dishonour to the sharp-tongued crooked ones who disrupt a noble friendship. From among the ladies, modesty has fled and it isn't here it runs. Most have primped their cunt and drive the world into error, but their vile seed sprouts rotten grains when it bears fruit. Complicity has gone too far, Whoring acquires further honours and married men have seized it and have become womanizers: I like hearing one of them brag about it as much as seeing a dog knead flour. As long as Marcabru lived, there was no love lost between him and those discredited people, who are bad at giving and propagate a false doctrine in France and Guianna. As long as lord Alfonso maintains assured peace, Valour bows before him. |