Текст и перевод песни Estampie - Non e Gran Cousa

Non e Gran Cousa

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo tod′ á de joigar.

Mui gran razon é que sábia dereito
Que Deus troux' en seu corp′ e de seu peito
Mamentou, e del despeito
Nunca foi fillar;
Poren de sen me sospeito
Que a quis avondar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

Sobr' esto, se m′ oissedes, diria
Dun joyzo que deu Santa Maria
Por un que cad′ ano ya,
Com' oý contar,
A San Jam′ en romaria,
Porque se foi matar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

Este romeu con bõa voontade
Ya a Santiago de verdade;
Pero desto fez maldade
Que ant′ albergar
Foi con moller sen bondade,
Sen con ela casar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

Pois esto fez, meteu-ss′ ao camo,
E non sse mãefestou o mesqo;
E o demo mui festo
Se le foi mostrar
Mais branco que un armo,
Polo tost' enganar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

Semellança fillou de Santiago
E disse: Macar m′ eu de ti despago,
A salvaçon eu cha trago
Do que fust′ errar,
Por que non cáias no lago
D' iferno, sen dultar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe | bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo | tod′ á de joigar.

Mas ante farás esto que te digo,
Se sabor ás de seer meu amigo:
Talla o que trages tigo
Que te foi deytar
En poder do emigo,
E vai-te degolar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

O romeu, que ssen dovida cuidava
Que Santiag′ aquelo lle mandava,
Quanto lle mandou tallava;
Poi-lo foi tallar,
Log' enton se degolava,
Cuidando ben obrar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod′ á de joigar.

Seus companneiros, poi-lo mort' acharon,
Por non lles apõer que o mataron,
Foron-ss'; e logo chegaron
A alma tomar
Demões, que a levaron
Mui toste sen tardar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod′ á de joigar.
E u passavan ant′ ha capela
De San Pedro, muit' aposta e bela,
San James de Conpostela
Dela foi travar,
Dizend′: Ai, falss' alcavela,
Non podedes levar

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod′ á de joigar.

A alma do meu romeu que fillastes,
Ca por razon de mi o enganastes;
Gran traiçon y penssastes,
E, se Deus m' anpar,
Pois falssament′ a gãastes,
Non vos pode durar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe | bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo | tod' á de joigar.

Responderon os demões louçãos:
Cuja est' alma foi fez feitos vãos,
Por que somos ben certãos
Que non dev′ entrar
Ante Deus, pois con sas mãos
Se foi desperentar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod′ á de joigar.

Santiago diss': Atanto façamos:
Pois nos e vos est′ assi rezõamos,
Ao joyzo vaamos
Da que non á par,
E o que julgar façamos
Logo sen alongar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

Log′ ante Santa Maria veron
E rezõaron quanto mais poderon.
Dela tal joiz' ouveron:
Que fosse tornar
A alma onde a trouxeron,
Por se depois salvar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod′ á de joigar.

Este joyzo logo foi comprido,
E o romeu morto foi resorgido,
De que foi pois Deus servido;
Mas nunca cobrar
Pod' o de que foi falido,
Con que fora pecar.

Non é gran cousa se sabe
Bon joyzo dar
A Madre do que o mundo
Tod' á de joigar.

It's No Big Deal

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the whole world will judge.

It's a very great reason that she knew right
That God brought in her body and from her breast
Suckled, and of him despite
Was never a daughter;
Therefore, I suspect without me
That he wanted to honor her.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

About this, if you would listen to me, I would say
Of a joy that Saint Mary gave
For one that every year goes,
As I hear tell,
To Saint James on pilgrimage,
Because he went to kill himself.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

This pilgrim with good will
Goes to Santiago truly;
But of this he did evil
That before lodging
He went with a woman without goodness,
Without marrying her.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

Since he did this, he went to bed,
And the wretch did not reveal himself;
And the devil very festive
Went to show himself
Whiter than a weapon,
To quickly deceive him.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

He resembled the son of Santiago
And said: I free you from myself,
I bring the salvation
From what you were wrong,
So that you do not fall into the lake
Of hell, without delay.

It's no big deal to know | to give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world | will all judge.

But first you will do this that I tell you,
If you have the taste of being my friend:
Cut what you bring with you
That was given to you
In the power of the enemy,
And go and behead yourself.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

The pilgrim, who without a doubt believed
That Santiago was commanding him this,
He cut as much as he was commanded;
Then he went to cut it,
Then he beheaded himself,
Thinking he was doing well.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

His companions, since they found him dead,
So that they would not be blamed for killing him,
They left; and soon they arrived
To take the soul
Demons, who took it
Very quickly without delay.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.
And they passed before the chapel
Of Saint Peter, very noble and beautiful,
Saint James of Compostela
From her he went to seize,
Saying: Oh, false deceiver,
You cannot take it

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

The soul of my pilgrim that you stole,
Because for my sake you deceived him;
Great treason you planned,
And, if God protects me,
Since you falsely wasted it,
It cannot last you.

It's no big deal to know | to give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world | will all judge.

The crazy demons answered:
Whose soul was it, he did vain deeds,
Why are we very certain
That he should not enter
Before God, since with his hands
He went to awaken himself.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

Santiago said: Let us do so much:
Since we and you are thus praying,
Let us go to the joy
Of the one who has no equal,
And what she judges let us do
Soon without delay.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

Then before Saint Mary they saw
And they prayed as much as they could.
From her such joy they had:
That he should return
The soul where they brought it,
To be saved later.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.

This joy was soon fulfilled,
And the dead pilgrim was resurrected,
Of which God was then served;
But he could never recover
The one he was deprived of,
With which he had sinned.

It's no big deal to know
To give good joy
To the Mother of whom the world
Will all judge.