Cantica Coelestis - Luc Arbogast Übersetzung ins Englische

Cantica Coelestis

Sun una peïra reposan, un bel Signor que regretan
Per sun populum per se gens
Per suna dama per sun lan
Est un gerroïa couragen, qui porta si feïr l′armora
Et que menan sen armeaa, in sula sin seïr victia
Heïla, el es in terre portan
Heïla, el es per tojours dormian
Cel qui es per les honor es merit, als canta
Sun vecis sun el cabal, porte les assal dres devan
Tojors sul le can de bataïl, ses ennemis les porsuivan
On breïamen la capela, sen fut la coron epose
E les brandisan les espeda, de l'enemi tos vincite
Heïla, sela coron es breïssan, Heïla!
Sun des espedas preïvan
L′armora leï estan reteïre, que del dolor
Que del dolor ...
Heïla! Sun en la peïra gisan, Heïla!
Oïre les damas plenran
Sun alma des in des raï des solis, (Levanta)
Cabales des angel vensis
Per l'amen sun en charroy de l'argen
Des nues sonna un voïs apelan
Sous une pierre, il repose, ce beau Seigneur tant regretté
Par son peuple, et par ses gens
Par sa Dame et par son pays
C′est un combattant courageux
Qui portait fièrement l′Armure
Et qui menait ses armées, si souvent vers la victoire
Hélas, en terre il se trouve porté
Hélas, il dort pour l'éternité
Celui qui méritait tous les honneurs, tous chantent
On l′a vu sur sa monture, porter l'assaut droit devant
Toujours sur les champs de bataille
Les ennemis les poursuivant
Triomphalement sur son beaume
La couronne fût déposée
Et brandissant son épée, il vainquait tout ennemi
Hélas, la couronne de sa tête est tombée
Hélas, il a lâché son épée
L′armure lui fut retirée, quelle douleur
Quelle douleur...
Hélas, il est couché dessous la pierre
Hélas, entendez les femmes pleurer
Son âme, dans les rayons du soleil, s'élève
Les chevaux des anges arrivent
Pour l′emmener sur son char d'argent
Et des nuées une voix l'appelle

Cantica Coelestis

Beneath a stone, He rests, a handsome Lord we all lament
By His people, by His kin
By His Lady, by His land
He was a warrior, brave and bold, who proudly wore His armor bright
And led His armies, time and again, to victory's glorious light
Alas, to the earth He's been consigned
Alas, in eternal slumber confined
He who deserved all honors, all sing
Upon His steed, He charged ahead, leading the assault, a fearsome king
Always on the battlefield, His enemies He would pursue
Triumphantly upon His helm, the crown was placed, a glorious view
And brandishing His sword, He conquered every foe, it's true
Alas, the crown from His head has fallen, alas!
His sword, He could no longer hold
The armor from Him was removed, what sorrow to behold
What sorrow...
Alas, beneath the stone He lies, alas!
Hear the ladies weep and moan
His soul, in the sun's rays, ascends on high (Arise)
The angels' steeds descend from the sky
To carry Him on a chariot of silver, they fly
From the clouds, a voice calls out His name, nearby
Under a stone, He lies at rest, this noble Lord, by all confessed
By His subjects, and by His men
By His Lady, and by His land again
He was a warrior, with a valiant heart
Who wore His armor with such pride and art
And led His armies, in triumph's quest
Alas, He's now laid in the earth to rest
Alas, He sleeps in eternal night
He who deserved all honors, shines so bright
We saw Him on His mount, with fearless might
Always on the fields of war, a glorious sight
His enemies He chased, with all His might
Upon His helmet, the crown did gleam
A symbol of victory, it would seem
And wielding His sword, He vanquished all
Alas, the crown has fallen, we recall
Alas, His sword He could not retain
The armor stripped, a source of pain
What pain...
Alas, beneath the stone He's laid to sleep
Alas, the ladies weep, their sorrows deep
His soul, in the sun's embrace, takes flight
The angels' steeds descend, a glorious sight
To carry Him on a chariot of silver bright
And from the clouds, a voice calls out His name, with all its might