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Quan Vey La Lauzeta

Quan vey la lauzeta mover
De joy sas alas contral rai
Que s'oblida es laissa cazer
Per la doussor qual cor li vai:
Ai! Tan grans enveya m'en ve
De cui qu'eu veya jauzion!
Meravilh as I quar des se
Lo cor de dezirier nom fon

Ai, las! Tan cuidava saber
D'amor, e tan petit en sai
Car eu d'mar nom posc tener
Celeis don ja pro non aurai
Tout m'a mo cor, e tout m'a me
E se mezeis e tot lo mon
E can sem tolc nom laisset re
Mas dezirer e cor volon

Anc non agui de me poder
Ni no fui meus de l'or en sai
Quem laisset en sos olhs vezer
En un miralh que mout me plai
Miralhs, pus me mirei en te
M'an mort li sospir de preon
C'aissim perdei com perdet se
Lo bels Narcisus en la fon

De las domnas me dezesper
Jamais en lor nom fiarai
C'aissi com las solh chaptener
Enaissai las deschaptenrai
Pois vei c'una pro no m'en te
Bas leis qu'em destrui em cofon
Totas las dopte las mescre
Car be sai c'atretals se son

D'aisso's fa be femna parer
Ma domna, per qu'elh o retrai
(Car no vol so c'om voler
E so c'om le deveda, fai)

When I See the Lark Moving

When I see the lark moving
In joy its wings counter to the sun's ray
That it forgets itself and lets itself fall
Because of the sweetness that goes through its heart:
Oh! Such great envy comes over me
For whomever I see rejoicing!
I wonder sometimes how it is
That my heart is not melted from desire

Oh, woe! I thought I knew so much
About love, and so little do I know
Because I cannot refrain from loving
Her from whom I shall never have any good
She has all my heart, and all of me
And herself and all the world
And since she has taken all of me, she has left me nothing
But desire and a willing heart

I have never had power over myself
Nor have I been mine own since that day
When I let myself see her in her eyes
In a mirror that pleases me very much
Mirror, since I looked at myself in you
The sighs of sorrow have killed me
For I am lost in the same way that
The fair Narcissus was lost in the fountain

I am in despair of women
Never again will I put my trust in them
For just as I used to court them
Now I shall put them down
Since I see that not one holds me dear
Except she who destroys me and confounds me
I doubt them all and mistrust them all
For well do I know that they are all of one kind

By this a woman does indeed betray herself
My lady, but why does she deny it?
(Because she does not want what people want
And she does what people forbid her to do)