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I Quan chai la fuelha dels aussors entressims el freg s'erguelha don seca 'l vais e'l vims, del dous refrims vei sordezir la bruelha: mais ieu sui prims d'Amor qui que s'en tuelha.		I When the leaf sings from the highest peaks and the cold raises withering the kernel and willow, of its sweet refrains I see the wood grow dumb: but I'm close to love, whoever might leave it.

II Tot quan es gela, mas ieu no puesc frezir qu'amors novela mi fa'l cor reverdir; non dei fremir qu'Amors mi cuebr'em cela em fai tenir ma valor em capdela		II Everything is iced, but I cannot freeze because a love affair makes my heart lush again; I should not shake because Love covers and hides me and makes me preserve my worthyness, and leads me.


III Bona es vida pus Joia la mante quei tals n'escrida qui ges non vai tam be; no sai de re coreillar m'escarida que per ma fe de mielhs ai ma partida.		III Life is good, if joy holds it though some complain whose things do not go well; I don't know how to accuse my lot since, by my troth I have my share of the best.

IV De drudaria no'm sai de re blasmar, qu'autrui paria trastorn en reirazar; geb as sa par no sai doblar m'amia q'una non par que segonda no'l sia		IV As of flirting I don't know what to blame, and of the others I spurn the togetherness; since of all her peers no one is like mine since no one seems to be which comes not after her.

V No vuelh s'asemble mos cors ab autr'amor si qu'eu ja'l m'emble ni volva'l cap alhor: no ai paor que ja selh de Pontremble n'aia gensor de lieis ni que la semble.		V I don't want my heart to join another love lest she flees me and turns her head elsewhere: I have no fear that even the one from Pontremoli has one worthier of her, or that so seems.


VI Tant es per genta selha que'm te joios las gensors trenta vens de belhas faisos: ben es razos doncas que mos chans senta quar es tan pros e de ric pretz manenta.		VI She's so kind the one that keeps me in joy that the kindest thirty she wins by her fair look: that's a good reason for hear to hear my songs because she's so noble and so preciously deserving.

VII Vai t'en chanzos, denan lei ti presenta, que s'ill no fos no'i meir'Arnautz s'ententa.		VII Go, then, song, show before her: if it were not so you wouldn't deserve Arnaut's toil.

I Anc ieu non l'aic mas elha m'a totz temps en son poder Amors e fai'm irat let, savi fol cum selhui qu'en re nos torna, c'om no's defend qui ben ama, qu'Amors comanda qu'om la serv'e la blanda: per qu'ieu n'aten sufren bona partida quan m'er escarida.		I I never held but it holds me all the time in its bail Love and makes me glad in anger, fool in wisdom as one that never can fight back, because a man that loves well, cannot defend himself. 'cause love commands that men serve and soothe it: for which I expect suffering a good reward Whenever it'll be granted.


II Eu dic pauc q'ins el cor m'esta q'estar me fa temen paors; la lenga's feing mas lo cors vol so don dolen si sojorna: ie'n languis, mas no s'en clama qu'en tant a randa cum mars terra guaranda non a tan gen, prezen cum la cauzida qu'ieu ai encobida.		II I tell a little of what's in my heart: fear makes me silent and scared; tongue hides but heart wants what on which, in pain, so broods I languish, but I do not complaint because so far as the sea embraces the earth there's none so kind, actually as the chosen one for whom I long.

III Tant sai son pretz fin e certa per qu'ieu no'm puesc virar alhors; per so fatz ieu que'l cor m'en dol, can soleilz clau ni sojorna: eu non aus dir qui m'aflama; lo cor m'abranda e'ill uelh n'an la vianda, quar solamen vezen m'estai aizida. Ve'us que'm ten a vida!		III I so know her value, certain and true that I cannot turn elsewhere; I do so that my heart aches, when the sunsets and rests: I don't dare say who inflames me; my heart burns but my eyes are fed, because only to see her has been left to me. See you what keeps me alive!

IV Fols es qui per parlar en va quer com sos jois sia dolors, que lauzengier, cui Deus afol, non an ges lengua adorna: l'us cosselh'e l'autre brama, per que's desmanda amors c'als fora granda; mas ieu'm defen fenhen de lor bruida e a em ses falhida.		IV Fool is the one that for sake of speech turns his joy into pain, because the ill-speakers, God curse them have never a nice tongue: one whispers, the other brays, and so withdraws a love that would be great great ; but I fight back, disguising, their blame and love with no hesitation.


V Pero jauzen me te e sa ab un plazer ab que m'a sors; mas mi no passara ja'l col per paor qui'l no'm fos morna, q'enquera'm sen de la flama d'Amor qui'm manda que mon cor non espanda: si fatz coven, temen, pus vei per crida manht'amor delida		V That's why it keeps me happy and fine with a favour with wich it raised me; but it will never pass trough my troath, for fear that she gets gloomy, since I still feel the flame of Love, that orders me not to spread my mind: I swear it, frightened, because I've seen many a love deleted by its fame.

VI Maint bon chantar levet e pla n'agr'ieu plus fait si'm fes secors cil q'em dona joi e'l me tol, q'er sui letz er m'o trastorna, car a son vol me liama. Re no'il demanda mos cors ni no'ill fai guanda, mas franchamen li'm ren: donc, si m'oblida, Merces es perida.		VI Many songs light and easy I would have made, if she'd come to my help the one who gifts me with joy and takes it away, 'cause now I'm glad and now she turns me, to her will I am bound. Nothing asks my heart, nor does it flee her, but earnestly to her I surrender: then, if she forgets me, Mercy is dead.

VII Mielz-de-ben ren, si't pren, chanzos grazida qu'Arnautz non oblida.		VII Tell Better-of-good, if she takes you, fair song, that Arnaut does not forget.


I 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.		I In another way, of another topic I'd better sing from how I'm used to, and don't you think that from my grief I hope to do a good song, but I have to move to mercy many, singing her that wrongly blames me, since I have a chance, lest I'd talk but to three.

II 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.		II I must find mercy and forgiveness unless the rightful use is gone that doesn't prevent me from begging for mercy; Mercy saved the thief that no other good could save; as for my life, I have no more comfort thus, if right doesn't fit, let Mercy do it.

III 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.		III Then, has man any right on love? No, but fools could think so like it, if it'd like to, could accuse you that the French are not Gascon or that the ship sunk before reaching Bari: alas! for such a crime I'm taken by death, because else, by Christ, I don't know what wrong I did.


IV 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.		IV Now I know, and I like it so that a man does not part lightly from whom he craves, instead, he gets a humble and tender heart even if she denies her grace for some time: I tell it for me, that cannot stop loving her that took me all joy and pleasure away, instead, the worse she is, the more I insist.

V 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.		V At last, sirs and companions, by God, before she utterly wastes me pray her on whom my love sticks that he pities me as hers, and tell you, since I don't dare naming: "fair one, take for us Arnaut in your heart and don't throw away his singing."

I Ab gai so cundet e leri fas motz e capus e doli, que seran verai e sert quan n'aurai passat la lima, qu'Amor marves plan e daura mon chantar que de lieis mueu cui Pretz manten e governa.		I On a nice, gleeful and happy melody I write, and polish and plane words that will be true and certain when I'll have filed them smooth, since Love soon levigates and gilts my song that moves from her on whom Value wakes and rules.


II Tot jorn melhur e esmeri quar la gensor am e coli del mon, so'us dic en apert: sieu so del pe tro qu'al cima e si tot venta'ill freg'aura, l'amor qu'ins el cor mi pleu mi ten caut on plus iverna.		II Every day I improve and polish because I love and crave for the kindest one of the World: here I tell you openly I'm hers from feet to head and even if the cold wind blows, the love that rains in my heart keeps me warmer the colder it is.

III Mil messas n'aug en proferi e'n art lum de cer'e d'oli que Dieu m'en don bon acert de lieis on no'm val escrima; e quan remir sa crin saura e'l cors qu'a graile e nueu mais l'am que qui'm des Luzerna.		III A thousand masses I hear and offer and burn candles of wax and fat for God to gift me with success on her with which fencing is useless; and when I see her blonde hair her body lean and fresh I love her more than the one to give me Luzerne.

IV Tan l'am de cor e la queri qu'ab trop voler cug l'am toli, s'om ren per trop amar pert, que'l sieu cors sobretrasima lo mieu tot e non s'aisaura: tan n'a de ver fag renueu q'obrador n'ai'e taverna.		IV So I love her and want her in my heart that, for too much desire, I fear to lose her, if a man can lose something for too much love, because her heart overcomes mine and doesn't part: so, indeed she holds me like the inn holde the worker.


V No vuelh de Roma l'emperi ni qu'om m'en fassa postoli qu'en lieis non aia revert per cui m'art lo cors e'm rima; e si'l maltrait no'm restaura ab un baizar anz d'annueu, mi auci e si enferna.		V I don't want the throne of Rome nor to be made Pope if I can't find haven near her for whom my heart burns and flares; and if the wrong she doesn't correct with a kiss within a year, she kills me, and damn herself.

VI Ges pel maltrag que'n soferi de ben amar no'm destoli; si tot mi ten en dezert per lieis fas lo son e'l rima: piegz tratz, aman, qu'om que laura, qu'anc non amet plus d'un hueu sel de Moncli Audierna.		VI Still for the pain I endure I don't sway from loving well; even if she desertes me for her I write melody and rhyme: I suffer more, loving, than one that labours, because, compared to me, the one from Moncli didn't love Audierna more than an egg.

VII Ieu sui Arnautz qu'amas l'aura e cas la lebre ab lo bueu e nadi contra suberna.		VII I am Arnaut, that hoard the air and hunt the hare with the ox and swim against the flow.


I Douz braitz e critz e chans e sos e voutas aug dels auzelhsqu'en lur lati fan precz quecx ab sa par, atressi cum nos fam ab las amiguas en cui entendem: e doncas ieu, qu'en la gensor entendi, dei far chanso sobre totz de tal obra que no'i aia mot fals ni rim'estrampa.		I Sweet twits and cries and songs and melodies and trills I hear, of the birds that pray in their language each to its made, just like we do with the friends we are in love: and then I, that love the worthiest, must over the others write a song so made to have no false sound or wrong rhyme.

II No fui marritz ni no prezi destoutas al prim qu'intrei el chastel dins los decx, lai on estai midonz don ai gran fam qu'anc non ac tal lo neps de sanh Guillelm: mil vetz lo jorn en badail e'm n'estendi per la bella que totas autras sobra tan cum val mais gran gaug que no fai rampa.		II I didn't get lost nor did I sway the first time I entered the castle's fence, where my dame rests, of which I have such an hunger that not even the niece of St. Wilhelm had one like it: a thousand times a day I yawn and stretch for the fair one that bests all the others as much as a great pleasure is better than a cramp.

III Ben fui grazitz e mas paraulas coutas, per so que ges al chauzir no fui pecx, ans volgui mais penre fin aur qu'eram lo jorn que ieu e midons nos baizem e'm fetz escut de son bel mantelh endi, que lauzengier fals, lengua de colobra, non o visson don tan mals motz escampa.		III I was well liked and my words received, since I have not been a fool in my choosing, as I prefer pure gold to copper the day I and my dame kissed she covered me with her beautiful blue cloack, so that the ill-speakers, snake tongues, couldn't see what moves so many evil speeches.


IV Ges rams floritz de floretas envoutas cui fan tremblar auzelho ab lurs becx non es plus fresc, per qu'ieu no vuelh Roam aver ses lieiz ni tot Iheruzalem: pero totz fis mas juntas a li'm rendi, qu'en lieis amar agr'ondra'l reis de Dobra o selh cui es l'Estel' e Luna-Pampa.		IV No bough covered of flowers still in buds that fowls shake with their beacks is fresher, so that I don't want Rouen to have without her nor all Jerusalem: then, in truth, I surrender to her with joined hands since in loving her the king of Dover would gain honour, or the one that has Estela and Pamplona.

V Dieus lo cauzitz per cui furon assoutas las fallidas que fe Longis lo cecx, voilla q'ensems eu e midons jagam en la cambra on amdui nos mandem uns rics covens don tan gran joi atendi que'l sieu bel cors baisan, rizen descobra e qu'el remir contra'l lum de la lampa.		V Merciful God, through whom were absolved the wrongs done by Longis the blind, want that me and my dame lay together in the room where we both made rich oaths from which I expect the joy to uncover, laughing and kissing, her fair body and to watch it in the lamplight.

VI Boca que ditz? Eu cug que m'auras toutas tals promessas que l'emperaire grecx en for'onratz e'l senher de Roam o'l reis que ten Sur e mais Besleem: donc ben sui fols que tan quier que'm rependi que gens Amors non a poder que'l cobra, ni san Genieis, nuill om que joi acampa.		VI Mouth, what are you saying? I think you'll have repelled me from promises such that the Greek emperor would be honoured, and the lord of Rouen or the king that holds Tyre and, still, Betlehem: then, I'm a real fool to ask as much as I could repent since Love cannot cover, nor can St. Genesius, a man that makes joy flee.


I Er vei vermeills, vertz, blaus, blancs, gruocs, vergiers, plais, plans, tertres e vaus; e'il votz dels auzels son'e tint ab doutz acort maitin e tart: so'm met en cor q'ieu colore mon chan d'un'aital flor don lo fruitz si'amors e jois lo grans e l'olors d'enuo gandres.		I I see scarlet, green, blue, white, yellow gardens, bushes, plains, hills and valleys; and the fowl voices sounds and echoes with sweet chords, morning and evening: that puts in my heart that colour my song with such a flower that its fruit'll be love and joy the seed and the scent shield from sadness.

II D'Amor mi pren penssan lo fuocs e'l desiriers doutz e coraus, e'l mals es saboros q'ieu sint, e'il flama soaus on plus m'art, c'Amors enquier los sieus d'aital semblan, verais, francs, fis merceians, parcedors, car a sa cort notz orguoills e val blandres.		II Thinking, Love's fire takes me and sweet, deep desire and it's tasty the pain that I feel and the more it burns me the more pleasant the flame, since Love asks his subjects to be so, true, earnest, faithful and prone to pleading since in its court pride harms, and flattery's prized.

III Mas mi no camja temps ni luocs, cosseils, aizina, bes ni maus; e s'ieu al meu enten vos mint, ja mais la bella no'm regart, q'el cor e'l sen tenc dormen e veillan, qu'eu non vuoill ies, mas per gein treu aillors, esser ses lieis on plus valc Alixandres.		III But I'm not chnged by place nor time, advices, chance, good nor evil; and if I lie to you by purpose, may never regard me the fair one that I hold in my heart sleeping and waking, since I don't want at all (my affairs being pretended) to be, without her, where most flared Alexander.


IV Maintas vetz m'es solatz enuocs ses lieis, car de liei vuoill sivaus ades dir lo carton o'l qint qe'l cor non vir vaus autra part; per so n'ai d'als pensamen ni talan, qu'il m'es de totz los bos sabers sabors e vei l'el cor ser'en Poll'o en Flandres.		IV Many times my merriment is boring without her, and of her I will at least tell now the fourth or fifth part since to no other side I turn my heart, since of nothing else I have longing or wish since she's the greatest of all my pleasures and I see her in my heart, even if I'm in Flandres or in Puglia.

V Mout desir qu'eu si'enqer sos cuocs on m'escaia aitals jornaus qu'ien vuria be d'anz plus vint, tan me te'l cor baut e gaillart: ben son donc fols! que vau aillors cercan? que eu non vuoil, lai on son las ricors, baillir que clauon Tigris e Meandres.		V I crave to be but her cook so to get such an income that'd make me live well more than twenty years, so much she keeps my heart merry and happy: I'm such a fool! what am I looking for? since I don't want, there where riches are, to behold what Tigris and Meander enclose.

VI Entr'autres fatz soven feinz juocs, e'l jorns sembla'm us anoaus, e pesa'm, car Dieus no'm cossint com pogues temps breujar ab art, que loncs respiegs fai languir fin aman: lun'e soleills, trop faitz lonc vostre cors! Pesa'm car plus sovens no'us faill resplandres.		VI Among the others often I pretend to play, and the day looks like a spleen, and it grieves me that God doesn't let me shorten the time with my will, since a long wait make the lover languish: Moon and Sun, too long you run your course! It grieves me that your light doesn't dim more often.


VII A lieis cui son vai chanssons, derenan, c'Arnautz non sap comtar sas grans ricors que d'aussor sen li auria ops espandres.		VII Now go, song to the one I belong to of which Arnaut cannot show the virtues since, to that, he should display a higher wit.

I Pus Raimons e Truc Malecx chapten n'Enan e sos decx, e ieu serai vielhs e senecx ans que m'acort in aital precx don puesca venir tan grans pecx: al cornar l'agra mestiers becx ab que traisses del corn lo grecx; e pueis pogra leu venir secx que'l fums es fortz qu'ieis d'inz des plecx.		I Though Raimon and Truc Malec defend Ena and her rights, still, I'll be old and decrepit before I agree with such pleads, from which such a fault may come: to horn, he'd have a beak with which to get out of the horn; and he could easily get blind, since the smoke is thick that comes from the rims.

II Ben l'agr'ops que fos becutz e'l becx fos loncx e agutz, que'l corns es fers, laitz e pelutz e prions dinz en la palutz, e anc nul jorn no estai essutz, per que rellent en sus lo glutz c'ades per si cor ne redutz: e no taing que mais sia drutz cel que sa boc'al corn condutz.		II He should well have a beak and the beak should be long and sharp, since the horn is dire, mean and hairy and deep into the marsh, and never it stays dry, so that it reeks of rot what from its core flows and hardens: and he's not fit to be a lover the one that leads his mouth to the horn.


III Pro'i agra d'azaus assais, de plus bels que valgron mais; e si en Bernatz s'en estrais, per Crist, anc no'i fes que savais, car l'en pres paors et esglais: que si'l vengues d'amon lo rais, si l'escaldera'l col e'l cais; e no's cove que dona bais aquel que cornes corn putnais.		III There'd be many other evidences, better, and more fitting; and if Bernat fled from it, by Christ, he did but a wise thing, because fear and loathing took him: and if the jet had come from above, it'd have scalded neck and jaw; and he's not fit to gift with kisses the one that horns a stinking horn.

IV Bernatz, ges eu no m'acort al dig Raimon de Durfort qe vos anc mais n'aguessetz tort, que si cornavatz per deport ben si trobavatz fort contrafort, e la pudors agra'us tot mort, que peitz ol no fa fems en ort: e vos, qui que'us en desconort, lauzatz en Dieu que'us n'a estort!		IV Bernat, I don't agree with Raimon of Durfort, that you had been wrong: if you'd horned for a sport dearly you'd have paid for it, and the smell would have soon killed you, since it's worst than dung on a field: and, whoever blames you, praise God that spared you!

V Ben es estortz de perilh que retrag for'a son filh e a totz aicels de Cornilh; mielz li vengra fos en eisilh que la cornes el enfonilh entre l'esquin e'l pencenilh per on se legon li rovilh; ja no saubra tant de gandilh no'l compisses lo groing e'l cilh.		V Well he's been took out of a danger that'd have shamed his son and all those of Cornilh; he had better been exiled than to horn the funnel, between the back and the groin where the rusts melt; where, good as he might have been in withdrawing, he'd have had his brow and snout flooded.


VI Bernatz de Cornes no s'estrilh al corn cornar ses gran dozilh ab que'l trauc tap el penchenilh: pueis poira cornar ses perilh.		VI Bernat of Cornes don't strive to horn the horn without a big plug with which to stopper the hole in the groin: then, he'll be able to horn without danger.

I Canso do'ill mot son plan e prim fas pus era botono'ill vim, e l'aussor sim son de color de maintha flor, e verdeia fuelha, e'ill chan e'ill bralh sono a l'ombralh dels auzels per la bruelha.		I Songs whose words are sweet and easy I write now that the willows bud, and the highest peaks wear the colours of many flowers, and the leaf is green, and songs, and cries of birds echo in the shadow of the loom.

II Pels bruelhs aug lo chan e'l refrim e per qu'om no m'en fassa crim obri e lim motz de valor ab art d'Amor don non ai cor que'm tuelha; ans, si be'm falh, la sec a tralh, on plus vas me s'orguelha.		II Through the loom I hear the song and refrain and, so that none can blame me, I work and file smooth skilled lines with the art of Love, from which I have not such a heart to part; instead,when it spurns me more, I follow its trail, even if it flees.


III Re no val orguelh d'amador qu'ades trabuca son senhor del luec aussor bas el terralh per tal trebalh que de joi lo despuelha: dreitz es lacrim e ard'e rim se quel d'amor janguelha.		III Lover's pride is worth nothing instead, it throws its master from the highest place down to the ground with such a torment that strips any joy from him: it's right he weeps and flares and burns who Love does mock.

IV Bona dona vas cui azor, ges per erguelh no vau allor, mas per paor del devinalh don jois trassalh fauc semblan que no'us vuelha, qu'anc no'ns jauzim de lur noirim: mal m'es que lor o cuelha.		IV Good dame that I adore, it's not out of pride I turn elsewhere, but, for fear of the curious ones, by whom joy is shaken, I pretend I don't want you, since we never enjoyed their food: I don't like to gather for them.

V Si ben vauc per tot ab esdalh, mos pessamens lai vos assalh, qu'ieu chan e valh pel joi que'ns fim lai o'ns partim, don soven l'uelh me muelha d'ir e de plor e de dussour, car pro ai d'Amor que'm duelha.		V Wherever I go wandering, my thought assails you, because I sing, and am worthy for the joy we gave each other where we parted, for that my eye oftens gets wet of sadness and longing and of sweetness, since I have enough to complain with Love.


VI Ar ai fam d'amor don badalh e non sec mezura ni talh; sols m'o engualh qu'anc non auzim del temps Caim amador mens acuelha cor trichador ni bauzador; per que mos jois capduelha.		VI Now I'm hungry for love, and sigh and I don't follow measure, nor rule; only it rewards me that never was heard, from the time of Cain a lover that less than me hosts a false or deceitful heart; for that my joy's at its brim.

VII Dona qui qu'es destuelha, Arnautz dreg cor lai o'es honor quar vostre pretz capduelha.		VII Dame, even if some sway Arnaut runs straight where honour is since your virtue's at its brim.

I Lo ferm voler qu'el cor m'intra no'm pot ges becs escoissendre ni ongla de lauzengier qui pert per mal dir s'arma; e pus no l'aus batr'ab ram ni verja, sivals a frau, lai on non aurai oncle, jauzirai joi, en vergier o dins cambra.		I The firm will that my heart enters can't be scraped by beak nor nail of gossip who damns, for ill speaking his soul; since I don't dare to beat them with bough or rod, at least, secretly, where I won't have any uncle, I'll enjoy pleasure, in the garden or in the room.


II Quan mi sove de la cambra on a mon dan sai que nulhs om non intra -ans me son tug plus que fraire ni oncle- non ai membre no'm fremisca, neis l'ongla, aissi cum fai l'enfas devant la verja: tal paor ai no'l sia prop de l'arma.		II When I remember the room where, to my scorn, I know no man enters -instead they are all to me more than brother or uncle- I have no limb that doesn't shake not even the fingernail, just like a child does before the rod: such is my fear of not being close to her soul.

III Del cor li fos, non de l'arma, e cossentis m'a celat dins sa cambra, que plus mi nafra'l cor que colp de verja qu'ar lo sieus sers lai ont ilh es non intra: de lieis serai aisi cum carn e ongla e non creirai castic d'amic ni d'oncle.		III Were I close to her body, not to her soul, were she to let me hide in her room, since it hurts my heart more than strike of rod that her knave isn't there where she enters: I'll be with her like flesh with nail and I won't follow advices of friend or uncle.

IV Anc la seror de mon oncle non amei plus ni tan, per aquest'arma, qu'aitan vezis cum es lo detz de l'ongla, s'a lieis plagues, volgr'esser de sa cambra: de me pot far l'amors qu'ins el cor m'intra miels a son vol c'om fortz de frevol verja.		IV Not even the sister of my uncle I loved more or equally, by this soul, since, as the finger is close to the nail, if she pleases, I want to be to her soul: of me can do the love that my heart enters more with its will than a strong man with a frail rod.


V Pus floric la seca verja ni de n'Adam foron nebot e oncle tan fin'amors cum selha qu'el cor m'intra non cug fos anc en cors no neis en arma: on qu'eu estei, fors en plan o dins cambra, mos cors no's part de lieis tan cum ten l'ongla.		V Since when flourished the withered rod and from Adam sprung nephew and uncle, a love good as the one that my heart enters I don't think has ever been in any body or soul: wherever I am, out in the plains or inside, in the room, my heart doesn't part from her more than a nail.

VI Aissi s'empren e s'enongla mos cors en lieis cum l'escors'en la verja, qu'ilh m'es de joi tors e palais e cambra; e non am tan paren, fraire ni oncle, qu'en Paradis n'aura doble joi m'arma, si ja nulhs hom per ben amar lai intra.		VI So sticks and is fixed like with nail my heart to her like the rind to the rod, she's to me tower, palace and room; and I don't love this much parent, brother or uncle, and in Paradise will have double joy my soul, if anyone there for good loving enters.

VII Arnaut tramet son chantar d'ongl'e d'oncle a Grant Desiei, qui de sa verj'a l'arma, son cledisat qu'apres dins cambra intra.		VII Arnaut broadcasts this song of uncle and nail to Great Desire, which of his rod holds the soul, a framework-song cledisat which, learned the room enters.


I Si'm fos Amors de joi donar tan larga cum ieu sui lieis d'aver ferm cor e franc, ja de mos jorns no'm calgra far embarc, qu'ieu am tan aut qu'espers me pueg e'm plomba; e quan m'albir cum es de pertz al som mout m'en am mais quar anc l'auzei voler, qu'eras sai ieu que mos cors e mos sens me faran far, lur grat, rica conquesta.		I If love were so bountiful in gifting me with joy as I am to it in having firm and sincere heart, I wouldn't mind to run my weary days my love's so high that hope lifts and steadies me; and when I ponder how her value's overwhelming much I love that I dared just to want her, since now I know that my heart and my feelings will make me do, as is their use, a bountiful conquest.

II E si be'm fas long esper no'm embarga qu'en tan ric loc me sui mes e m'estanc don si belh dig mi tenon de joi larc; e segrai tan qu'om me port a la tomba, qu'ieu no sui ges selh que lais aur per plom; e pus en lieis non tanh qu'om rei esmer tan li serai sers e obediens tro de s'amor, s'il platz, baizan me vesta.		II And I don't care if I have to wait for long because I reached and hold duch a rich place where her fair words keep me full of joy; and I'll go on until I'm interred, since I'm not onr to leave gold for lead; and since there's nothing in her to be improved, I'll be her obidient knave until, kissing, if she pleases,she dresses me of her love.

III Us bos respeitz mi reven e'm descarga dels greus sospirs don me dolon mei flanc quar en patz prenc l'afan e'l suffr'e'l parc pus de beutat son las auras en comba, que la genser par qu'aia pres un tom plus bas de lieis, qui la ve, e es ver, quar tuit bom aip, pretz e saber e sens renhon en lieis, q'us non es meinhs ni'n resta.		III A happy waiting renews me and relieves me of the heavy sighs that grieve my hips, lightly I get the pain, and the suffering, and bear it since, for beauty, the others are in a chasm, and the fairest seems to have fallen lower than her, and it's true, to the eye of the one who sees her, since she has all good virtues: knowledge and wisdom reign in her, and none is missing.


IV E pus tan val, cujatz doncs que s'esparga mos deziriers, ni que's forc ni s'esbranc? No serai sieus ni mieus si ja m'en parc, si m'aiut selh que's mostret en colomba! qu'en tot lo mon non es hom de nulh nom tan finamen dezir gran ben aver cum ieu fas lieis, mas ten m'en nonchalens pels devinans cui dans del drutz es festa.		IV Since she's so precious, do you think my desire will fade, or split or waste? I won't be hers, nor mine, if I leave her, let him help me who showed up in the shape of a dove! In all the World there's no man of any name to crave so well a great good like I do her, and I don't care the gossips to whom harm of lover is joy.

V Fals lauzengiers, fuoc las lenguas vos arga e que perdatz ams los huelhs de mal cranc, que per vos son estrag caval e marc qu'amor baiassatz qu'a pauc del tot no tomba: confonda'us Dieus!-e sai vos dire com, qe'us faitz als drutz maldir e viltener; mals astres es qui'us ten desconnoissens que piegers es qui plus vos amonesta.		V Ill speakers, may fire burn your tongues and may you lose both your eyes of cancer, horses and brands are lost for your cause, you that place love so down that it barely avoids utterly falling: May God confound you!- and I can tell you why, because you make the lovers curse and hate you; it's an evil star that keeps you ignorant the more you are scolded, the worse you get.

VI Na Mielhs-de-be, ja no'm siatz avarga, qu'en vostr'amor me trobaretz tot blanc, qu'ieu non ai cor ni poder qu'em descarc del ferm voler que n'es pars de retomba, que quan m'esvelh ni clau los huelhs de som vostre remanc, quan leu ni vau jazer; e no'us cuges que n'abais mos talens: no o fara qu'ara'l sent en la testa.		VI Lady Better-than-good, don't be loth: you'll find me all hoary, and still loving you, since I have no heart nor strenght to free me from my firm, which is not like a bowl of glass: when I wake up and when I close my eyes out of sleep, I stay yours, as when I raise or lay to sleep; and don't think it'll fell my longing: it won't: I feel it now in my head.


VII Arnautz a fag e fara loncs atens qu'atenden fai pros hom richa conquesta.		VII Arnaut has waited, and will wait, since by waiting the wise men get a rich conquests.