Paroles et traduction Rambaut de Vaqueiras feat. Angelo Branduardi - Calenda Maia

Calenda Maia

Calenda maia
Ni fuèhls de faia,
Ni chans d'auzèl
Ni flors de glaia
Non es que'm plaia,
Pros dòna gaia
Tro qu'un isnèl
Messatgièr aia
Del vòste bèl
Còrs, qu'im retraia
Plazer novèl
Qu'amors m'atraia
E jaia
E'm traia
Vas vos, Dòmna veraia,
E chaia
De plaia
'L gelòs,
Anz que'm n'estraia.
Ma bèl'amia,
Per Dieu non sia
Que ja'l gelos
De mon dan ria,
Que car vendria
Sa gelosia,
Si aitals dos
Amantz partia;
Qu'ieu ja joiòs
Mais non seria,
Ni jois ses vos
Pro no'm tenria;
Tal via
Faria
Qu'òms ja
Mais no'm veiria;
Cel dia
Morria, Dòmna
Pros, qu'ie'us perdria.
Dòmna grazida,
Quecs lauz'e crida
Vòstra valor
Qu'es abelida,
E qui'us oblida,
Pauc li val vida,
Per qu'ie us azor,
Dòmn' eissernida;
Quar per gencor
Vos ai chausida
E per melhor,
De prètz complida,
Blandida,
Servida Gensès
Qu'Erecs Enida
Bastida,
Finida, N'Englès,
Ai l'estampida.
Comment qu'a moi
(Guillaume de Machaut)
Comment qu'a moi lonteinne
Soies dame d'onnour
Si m'estres vous procheine
Par penser nuit et jour.
Car souvenir me meinne
Si qu'ades sans sejour
Vo biaute souvereinne
Vo gracieus atour.
Vo maniere certeinne
Et vo fresche coulour
Qui n'est pale ne veinne
Voy toudis sans sejoour.
Comment qu'a moy lonteinne
Soies dame d'onnour
Si m'estres vous procheine
Par penser nuit et jour.
Dame de grace pleinne
Mais vo haute valour
Vo bonté souvereinne
Et vo fine douçour.
En vostre dous demainne
M'ont si mis que m'amour
Sans pensee vilainne
Meint en vous que j'aour.
Comment qu'a moy lonteinne
Soies dame d'onnour
Si m'estres vous procheine
Par penser nuit et jour.
Mais desirs qui se peinne
D'acroistre mon labour
Tenra mon cuer en peinne
Et de mort en paour.
Se Dieus l'eure n'amainne
Qu'avous qui estes flour
De toute flour mandainne
Face tost mon retour.
Comment qu'a moy lonteinne
Soies dame d'onnour
Si m'estres vous procheine
Par penser nuit et jour.
Edi beo thu heven quene
(Anonimous)
Edi beo thu heven quene folkes froove & engles blis
Maid unwemmed modher cleene swich in world non other nis
On the hit is wel ethseene of alle wimmen thu hast the pris
Mi sweete leudi heer mi beene & rew ot me ghif thi will is.
Thu astighe so dairewe deleth from the derke night
Of the sprong a leeme neue al this world hit hath ilight
Nis no maid of thine hewe so fair so scheene so rudi so bright
Mi leudi sweet of me thu rewe & have merci of thi knight.
Sprunge blostm of one roote th'oli gost thee rest upon;
That was for mankines boote her soul aleese for on.
Leudi milde, soft and swoot, ich crie merci, ich am thi mon,
To honde bothen and to foot on allewise that ich kon.
Erth tu of goode seede on thee lighte th'even dew;
Of thee sprong that edi bleede th'oli gost it on thee sew.
Bring us ut of kar, of dreede that Eve bitterlich us brew;
Thu shalt us into hevne leede; wel sweet is us thet ilke dew.
Moder ful of thewes heende, maide dreigh and wel itaugh,
Ich am in thi luvebeende and to thee is al mi draught.
Thu me schild ye from the feend, as thu art free and wilt and maught,
And help me to mi lives eend and make with thi sune saught.
Imperayritz de la ciutat joyosa
(Llibre Vermell)
Imperayritz de la ciutat joyosa
De paradis ab tot gaug eternal
Neta de crims de virtuts habundosa
Mayres de Dieu per obra divinal
Verges plasen ad fas angelical
Axi com sotz a Dieu molt graciosa
Plàcaus estar als fizels piadosa
Pergant per lor al Rey celestial.
Rosa flagran de vera benenança
Fons de mercé iamais ne defallen
Palays d'onor on se fech l'aliança
De deu e d'hom per nostre salvamen
E fo ver Dieus e hom perfetamen
Ses defallir en alcuna substança
E segons hom mori senes dubtança
E com ver dieus levéch del monimen.
Flor de les flors dolca clement et pia
L'angel de Dieu vesém tot corrocat
E par que Dieus lamandat qu'ens alçia
Don ell es prest ab l'estoch affilat
Donchos plaça vos que'l sia comandat
Qu'estoyg l'estoch e que remes non sia
Tot falliment tro en lo present dia
Ens done gaug e patz e sanitat.
Gaudete e personent hodie
(Piae Cantiones)
Gaudete! Gaudete! Christus est natus ex Maria Virgine, gaudete.
Tempus adest graziae, hoc quod optabamus
Carmina letitiae devote reddamus.
Gaudete! Gaudete! Christus est natus ex Maria Virgine, gaudete.
Deus homo factus est, natura mirante
Mundus renovatus est a Christo regnante.
Gaudete! Gaudete! Christus est natus ex Maria Virgine, gaudete.
Ezechelis porta clausa pertransitur
Unde lux est orta salus invenitur.
Gaudete! Gaudete! Christus est natus ex Maria Virgine, gaudete.
Ergo nostra concio psallat iam in lusto
Benedicat Dominus, Salus Regi nostro.
Gaudete! Gaudete! Christus est natus ex Maria Virgine, gaudete.
Personent hodie
Voces puerulae,
Laudantes iucunde
Qui nobis est natus,
Summo Deo datus,
Et de virgineo ventre procreatus.
In mundo nascitur,
Pannis involvitur
Praesepi ponitur
Stabulo brutorum,
Rector supernorum.
Perdidit spolia princeps infernorum.
Magi tres venerunt,
Parvulum inquirunt,
Parvulum inquirunt,
Stellulam sequendo,
Ipsum adorando,
Aurum, thus, et myrrham ei offerendo.
Omnes clericuli,
Pariter pueri,
Cantent ut angeli:
Advenisti mundo,
Laudes tibi fundo.
Ideo gloria in excelsis Deo.

Beautiful May

Beautiful May,
Nor beech leaves,
Nor bird songs,
Nor flowers of the field
Please me not,
O joyous lady,
Until a messenger
I may have
From your beautiful
Body, who brings me
New pleasure,
That love draws me
And gladdens
And leads me
Towards you, true Lady,
And falls
To the ground
The jealous one,
Before he tears me away.
My beautiful friend,
By God, let it not be
That the jealous one
Laughs at my expense,
For dearly would I pay
His jealousy,
If such two
Lovers it parted;
For I, joyous
Would I no longer be,
Nor would joy without you
Hold any value for me;
Such a way
I would make
That men would
No longer see me;
That day
I would die, Lady
Gracious, for I would lose you.
Lady of grace,
Someone praises and proclaims
Your worth
That is adorned,
And who forgets you,
Life is of little value to him,
Therefore I adore you,
Lady set apart;
For by nobility
I have chosen you
And for the best,
Of complete worth,
Tender,
Served by Genesis
That Erecs, Enide
Built,
Finished, N'Englés,
Has the stamp.
Comment qu'a moi
(Guillaume de Machaut)
However far from me
You may be, lady of honor,
You are near me
In my thoughts night and day.
For memory leads me
So that I have, without ceasing,
Your sovereign beauty,
Your graceful attire.
Your certain manner
And your fresh color
Which is neither pale nor flushed,
I see always without ceasing.
However far from me
You may be, lady of honor,
You are near me
In my thoughts night and day.
Lady full of grace,
But your high value,
Your sovereign goodness
And your fine sweetness.
In your sweet demeanor
Have so placed me that my love
Without any base thought
Remains in you whom I adore.
However far from me
You may be, lady of honor,
You are near me
In my thoughts night and day.
But desire, which pains itself
To increase my labor,
Will hold my heart in pain
And in fear of death.
If God does not bring the hour
That with you, who are the flower
Of all earthly flowers,
He makes my return soon.
However far from me
You may be, lady of honor,
You are near me
In my thoughts night and day.
Edi beo thu heven quene
(Anonimous)
Blessed be thou, heaven's queen, folks' comfort and angels' bliss,
Maid unblemished, mother clean, such in world no other is.
On thee it is well seen, of all women thou hast the prize,
My sweet lady, hear my plea, and have mercy if thy will is.
Thou ascended so fair, daylight from the dark night,
Of thee sprang a new light, all this world it hath alight.
There is no maid of thine hue, so fair, so sheen, so ruddy, so bright,
My lady sweet, of me have pity and show mercy to thy knight.
Sprung blossom from one root, the Holy Ghost thee rest upon;
That was for mankind's boot, her soul's release for everyone.
Lady mild, soft and sweet, I cry for mercy, I am your man,
To hand both and to foot, in all ways that I can.
Earth thou of good seed, on thee alighted the even dew;
Of thee sprang that blessed child, the Holy Ghost it on thee sew.
Bring us out of care, of dread that Eve bitterly did brew;
Thou shalt us into heaven lead; well sweet is us that same dew.
Mother full of virtues kind, maid pure and well-taught,
I am in thy love confined, and to thee is all my thought.
Thou me shield from the fiend, as thou art free and willed and might,
And help me to my life's end and make with thy son peace and right.
Imperayritz de la ciutat joyosa
(Llibre Vermell)
Empress of the joyful city,
Of paradise with all eternal joy,
Clean of sins, of virtues abundant,
Mother of God by divine work,
Virgin pleasing with angelic face,
Thus as you are to God most gracious,
Please be to the faithful pious,
Interceding for them to the King celestial.
Fragrant rose of true blessedness,
Fountain of mercy, never failing,
Palace of honor where the alliance was made,
Of God and man for our salvation,
And he was truly God and man perfectly,
Without failing in any substance,
And according to man he died without doubt,
And as true God he rose from the tomb.
Flower of flowers, sweet, clement and pious,
The angel of God we saw all enraged,
And it seems that God commanded him to strike us,
Therefore he is ready with the sharpened sword,
Therefore please that it be commanded to him,
That he sheathe the sword and that there be no more,
All failure until the present day,
He gives us joy and peace and health.
Gaudete e personent hodie
(Piae Cantiones)
Rejoice! Rejoice! Christ is born of the Virgin Mary, rejoice.
The time of grace is at hand, this which we desired,
Let us devoutly render songs of joy.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Christ is born of the Virgin Mary, rejoice.
God has been made man, nature marveling,
The world is renewed by Christ reigning.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Christ is born of the Virgin Mary, rejoice.
Ezekiel's closed gate is passed through,
Whence light has arisen, salvation is found.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Christ is born of the Virgin Mary, rejoice.
Therefore let our assembly now sing in joy,
May the Lord bless, Salvation to our King.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Christ is born of the Virgin Mary, rejoice.
Let them sound today
The voices of children,
Joyfully praising
He who is born for us,
Given to the highest God,
And begotten from a virgin womb.
He is born into the world,
He is wrapped in swaddling clothes,
He is placed in a manger,
In the stable of beasts,
The ruler of the highest.
The prince of hell has lost his spoils.
Three wise men came,
They seek the little one,
They seek the little one,
Following the little star,
Worshiping him,
Offering him gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
All the clerics,
Likewise the boys,
Let them sing like angels:
You have come to the world,
I pour out praises to you.
Therefore glory to God in the highest.