Текст и перевод песни Estampie - A la fontana

A la fontana

A la fontana del vergier
On l'erb'es vertz jostal gravier
On l'ombra d'un fudt domesgier
En aiziment de blancas flors
E de novelh chant costumier
Trobel sola, ses companhier
Selha que no vol mon solatz

So fon donzelh'ab son cors belh
Filha d'un senhor de castelh
E quant ieu cugei que l'auzelh
Li fesson joi e la vendors
- E pel dous termini novelh -
E quez entendes mon favelh
Tost li fon sos afars camjatz

Dels huelhs ploret josta la fon
E del cor aospiret preon:
"Jhesus", dis elha, "eis del mon
Per vos mi creis ma grans dolors
Quar vostra anta mi confon:
Quar li mellor de tot est mon
Vos van servir, mas a vos platz."

Quant ieu l'auzi desconortat
Ves lieis vengui jostal riu clar
"Belha", fim ieu, "per trop plorar
Afolha cara e colors
E no vos qual desperar
Que selh qui fai lo bosc fulhar
Vos pot donar de joi assatz."

Ab vos s'en vai lo mieus amicx
Lo belhs el gens el pros el ricx
Sai m'en reman lo grans destricx
Lo seziriers soven en plors
Ai! Mala fos reis Lozoicx
Que fai los mans e los prezicx
Per quel dols m'es el cor intratz!

A la fontana

At the fountain of the orchard
Where the green grass is under the gravel
In the shade of a medlar tree
Amidst white flowers
And the familiar sound of a new song
I found her alone, without a companion
She who does not want my love

She was a maiden with a beautiful body
Daughter of a lord of a castle
And when I thought that the birds
Would bring her joy and happiness
- And through the sweet new season -
And that she would understand my words
Her demeanor quickly changed

Her eyes wept by the fountain
And from her heart she sighed deeply:
"Jesus", she said, "redeemer of the world
My great sorrow I confide in you
For your suffering confounds me
For the best of all this world
They served you, but it pleased you."

When I heard her so disconsolate
I went to her by the crystal river
"My lady", I said, "by weeping so much
You're spoiling your face and complexion
And you should not despair
For He who makes the forest bloom
Can give you enough joy."

My beloved is gone
The handsome, the noble, the brave, the wealthy
Now I am left with great distress
The steward often in tears
Oh! Evil was King Lozoicx
Who killed the humble and the meek
Because of whom grief has entered my heart!