Ja Nus Hons Pris - Luc Arbogast перевод на английский

Ja Nus Hons Pris

Ja nus hons pris ne dira sa raison
Adroitement, se dolantement non;
Mais par effort puet il faire chançon.
Mout ai amis, mais povre sont li don;
Honte i avront se por ma reançon
— Sui ça deus yvers pris.
Ce sevent bien mi home et mi baron–
Ynglois, Normant, Poitevin et Gascon–
Que je n′ai nul si povre compaignon
Que je lessaisse por avoir en prison;
Je nou di mie por nule retraçon,
—Mais encor sui pris.
Or sai je bien de voir certeinnement
Que morz ne pris n'a ami ne parent,
Quant on me faut por or ne por argent.
Mout m′est de moi, mes plus m'est de ma gent,
Qu'aprés ma mort avront reprochement
—Se longuement sui pris.
IV
N′est pas mervoille se j′ai le cuer dolant,
Quant mes sires met ma terre en torment.
S'il li membrast de nostre soirement
Quo nos feïsmes andui communement,
Je sai de voir que ja trop longuement
—Ne seroie ça pris.
Ce sevent bien Angevin et Torain–
Cil bacheler qui or sont riche et sain–
Qu′encombrez sui loing d'aus en autre main.
Forment m′amoient, mais or ne m'ainment grain.
De beles armes sont ore vuit li plain,
—Por ce que je sui pris
Mes compaignons que j′amoie et que j'ain–
Ces de Cahen et ces de Percherain–
Di lor, chançon, qu'il ne sunt pas certain,
C′onques vers aus ne oi faus cuer ne vain;
S′il me guerroient, il feront que vilain
—Tant con je serai pris.
Contesse suer, vostre pris soverain
Vos saut et gart cil a cui je m'en clain
—Et por cui je sui pris.
Je ne di mie a cele de Chartain,
—La mere Loës.

Ja Nus Hons Pris

Yes, we have taken him, but I will not tell you why
In a skilful way, but not in a grievous way;
But by dint of effort I can make a song.
I have many friends, but their gifts are poor;
They will be shamed if, for my ransom
—I have been taken prisoner for two winters.
My men and my barons know this well–
English, Normans, Poitevins, and Gascons–
That I have no companion so poor
That I would leave in prison to have me in liberty;
I do not say this for any retraction,
—But I am still taken prisoner.
Now I know well for certain
That death takes no heed of friend or kin,
When I am left for gold or silver.
I am much grieved for myself, but more for my people,
For after my death they will be reproached
—If I am taken prisoner for long.
IV
It is no wonder if my heart is full of sorrow,
When my lord puts my land in torment.
If he would remember our sworn agreement
That we both made in common,
I know for certain that for too long
—I would not be taken prisoner.
The Angevins and the Tourangeaux know this well–
Those bachelors who are now rich and healthy–
That I am besieged far from them in another hand.
They loved me greatly, but now they do not love me a bit.
The open fields are now empty of fine weapons,
—Because I am taken prisoner.
My companions whom I loved and whom I love–
Those of Cahen and those of Percherain–
Tell them, song, that they are not sure,
That I never had a false or vain heart towards them;
If they make war on me, they will do like villains
—As long as I am taken prisoner.
Sister Countess, your supreme worth
May he save and guard to whom I complain
—And for whom I am taken prisoner.
I do not say this to her of Chartain,
—The mother of Loës.