Paroles et traduction Raimon de Miraval - Chansoneta farai vencut

Chansoneta farai vencut

Chansoneta farai, Vencut,
Pus vos m'a rendut Rossilhos,
E sapchatz que nos em cregut,
Pus no vim vostres companhos,
D'un drut novelh, don tota gens ressona
Que midons es a semblan de leona!
Ar sai que-s tocan las peiras d'Alzona,
Pus premiers pot intrar selh que mais dona.

E, si tot m'en ai joy avut,
Er en vuel esser mons e blos,
Quar no vuelh ab nom de cornut
Aver l'emperi dels grifos!
Autra n'am ieu que mais mi guazardona
Sos gens parlars, que s'autra m'abandona,
Qu'enjanatz es qui fals'amor razona,
E domna falh que-s recre per anona.

Mas, s'ieu saupes qu'ilh fos leos,
Ieu l'agr'avut caval ferran,
Pus de lieys non es poderos
Homs, si non es d'aital semblan!
Avol soudad'a midons resseubuda,
Quar per aver s'es de bon pretz moguda,
Que, s'ieu saupes per aver fos venguda,
Ma soudada ne pogr'aver avuda.

E fera-l d'autres guiardos
Que-l pogran valer atrestan,
Mas no s'azauta de chansos,
Ans se va de mi rancuran,
Que ditz que trop la vuelh levar en bruda,
E no vol esser tan luenh mentauguda!
E valgra-l mais en perdos fos ma druda,
Que sa falsa beutat agues venduda.

A-n Baut deforas la coman
Que jamais no-i vuelh aver part,
E non hi conosc autre dan
Mas quar en fis mon audiart:
Ai fals escutz, tan leu vos laissatz fendre
Qu'om de part vos non auza colp atendre,
Et ai vos o ben en cor a carvendre!
S'ie-us pugei aut, bas vos farai dissendre.

Ai las e co muer deziran
Per la bella que ses mal art
Es, e tan fina ses enjan
Qu'anc non amet volpil bastart!
E, si-l sieu cors volgues el mieu entendre,
Totz autres joys fora-n contra-l mieu mendre,
E ja d'un bais, si-l me volgues estendre,
No m'en feira tirar ni escoyssendre.

Chanso, vai t'en a mon Plus Lial rendre,
E diguas li qu'ieu sai dona a vendre.

Chansoneta farai vencut

I’ll compose a song for you, my vanquished one,
Since you’ve returned me my Roussillon
And know that we believed you,
Since we saw none of your companions,
About a new lover, about whom everyone says
That my lady is like a lioness!
Now I know that the cliffs of Alzona are touched,
Since the one who gives the most can enter first.

And, even though I had some joy from it,
Now I want to be rid of her and turn my back on her,
For I don’t want to have the empire of the griffins
With a reputation as a cuckold!
I love another who rewards me more
With her kind words, for if another abandons me,
He’s a fool who speaks of false love,
And a lady fails who gives up for a trifle.

But if I knew that she was a lioness,
I would have had her as a riding horse,
Since no man can master her
Unless he resembles her!
A sorry recompense my lady has received,
For she has been moved from her high position because of greed,
For if I had known that she had come because of money,
I might have gotten my pay.

And you will give her other rewards
That can pay her back in the same way,
But she does not deign to grant songs,
Rather, she goes away from me bearing a grudge,
For she says that I want to raise her too high,
And she does not want to be praised so much!
And it would be better for her to forgive my mistress,
Than to have sold her false beauty.

To Lord Baux I commend her
For I never want to have anything to do with her again,
And I see no other harm in her
Except that I wasted my song on her:
Oh false shield, you let yourself be split so easily
That no one dares to receive a blow from your blade,
And I swear I’ll sell you dearly!
If I raised you high, I will make you descend low.

Oh how I long to die with desire
For the beautiful one who is without evil or cunning,
And so fine without deceit
That she never loved a bastard fox!
And if her body wanted to submit to mine,
All other joys would be insignificant compared to mine,
And if she wanted to give me a kiss,
I wouldn’t let go or pull away.

Song, go to my Most Loyal and tell him,
And tell him that I have a lady for sale.