Текст и перевод песни Schelmish - In Taberna - Quen a omagem da virgen

In Taberna - Quen a omagem da virgen

In taberna quando sumus, non curamus, quid sit humus,
Sed ad ludum properamus, cui semper insudamus.
Quid agatur in taberna, ubi nummus est picerna,
Hoc est opus, ut quaeratur, sed quid loquar, audiatur.

Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt, quidam indiscrete vivunt;
Sed in ludo qui morantur, ex his quidam denudantur,
Quidam ibi vestiuntur, quidam saccis induuntur.
Ibi nullus timet mortem, sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem.

Primo: pro nummata vini, ex hac bibunt libertini,
Semel bibunt pro captivis,
Post haec bibunt ter pro vivis,
Quater pro Christianis cunctis,
Quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis,
Sexies pro sororibus vanis,
Septies pro militibus silvanis.
Octies pro fratribus perversis,
Novies pro monachis dispersis,
Decies pro navigantibus,
Undecies pro discordantibus,
Duodecies pro poenitentibus,
Tredecies pro iter agentibus.

Tam pro papa quam pro rege bibunt omnes sine lege.
Bibit hera, bibit herus, bibit miles, bibit clerus,
Bibit ille, bibit illa, bibit servus cum ancilla,
Bibit velox, bibit piger, bibit albus, bibit niger,
Bibit constans, bibit vagus, bibit rudis, bibit magus.
Bibit pauper et egrotus, bibit exul et ignotus,
Bibit puer, bibit canus, bibit presul et decanus
Bibit soror, bibit frater, bibit anus, bibit mater,
Bibit iste, bibit ille, bibunt centum, bibunt mille.

Parum sexcente nummate durant cum immoderate
Bibunt omnes sine meta, quamvis bibant mente leta.
Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes et sic erimus egentes.
Qui nos rodunt, confundantur et cum iustis non scribantur.

At the Inn - Let's Pay Homage to the Virgin

In the tavern when we are, we care not what the earth is,
But we hasten to the game, to which we always toil.
What is done in the tavern, where money is the barkeep,
This is the task, that it be sought, but what shall I speak, hear it.

Some play, some drink, some live indiscreetly;
But in the game who linger, of these some are stripped bare,
Some are clothed there, some are clad in sacks.
There no one fears death, but for Bacchus they cast lots.

First: for a coin of wine, from this drink the freedmen,
Once they drink for the captives,
After this they drink thrice for the living,
Four times for all Christians,
Five times for the faithful departed,
Six times for the vain sisters,
Seven times for the forest warriors.
Eight times for the perverse brethren,
Nine times for the dispersed monks,
Ten times for the seafarers,
Eleven times for the discordant,
Twelve times for the penitents,
Thirteen times for the wayfarers.

Both for the pope and for the king, they all drink without law.
The lady drinks, the lord drinks, the soldier drinks, the clergy drinks,
He drinks, she drinks, the servant drinks with the maid,
The swift drinks, the slow drinks, the white drinks, the black drinks,
The constant drinks, the vagrant drinks, the rude drinks, the magician drinks.
The poor and the sick drink, the exile and the stranger drink,
The boy drinks, the greybeard drinks, the prelate and the dean drink
The sister drinks, the brother drinks, the old woman drinks, the mother drinks,
This one drinks, that one drinks, a hundred drink, a thousand drink.

Six hundred coins is scarce enough, when immoderately
They all drink without end, though they drink with merry mind.
Thus all nations gnaw at us, and thus we shall be needy.
May they who gnaw at us be confounded and not be written with the just.