Lyrics and translation Estampie - Fol é a desmesura

Fol é a desmesura

Fol é a desmesura
Quen dulta que tornada
A Ostia sagrada
Non é en carne pura

En terra d'Aleymanna
Un crérigo aýua
Que amava máis d'outra
Cousa Sancta Maria
Ass's que a sa missa
Cantava cada dya
Mas en Sagramento
Dulktava con locura

Fol é a desmesura
Quen dulta que tornada
A Ostia sagrada
Non é en carne pura

D'est 'a Santa Maria
Cada que él cantava
Ssa missa, mui de rrijo
Chorando lle rogava
Que o certo fezesse
D'aquelo que dultava
Assi que non morresse
Ende con à rancurs

Fol é a desmesura
Quen dulta que tornada
A Ostia sagrada
Non é en carne pura

Quando Ll'est 'ouve dito
Ùyù a Ostia logo
E d' all adeante
En creenc'e vida
Foi tal, que pois ll'a alma
Do corpo foi sayda
Dos angeos levada
Foi suso na altura

Fol é a desmesura
Quen dulta que tornada
A Ostia sagrada
Non é en carne pura

Madness is Excess

Madness is excess
Who doubts that made flesh
The Holy Host
Is not pure flesh

In the land of Aleymanna
There lived a priest
Who more than others
Loved Saint Mary
Thus at his Mass
He sang each day
But at the Sacrament
He doubted madly

Madness is excess
Who doubts that made flesh
The Holy Host
Is not pure flesh

For this Saint Mary
Every time he sang
That Mass, with great force
Weeping, he begged her
To make him know for sure
That which he doubted
So that he would not die
There with pain

Madness is excess
Who doubts that made flesh
The Holy Host
Is not pure flesh

When she had heard him
She made the Host flesh
And from now on
In belief and life
He was such that after his soul
Had left his body
Carried by angels
It was taken on high

Madness is excess
Who doubts that made flesh
The Holy Host
Is not pure flesh