Chanterai Por Mon Corage
Chanterai por mon corage
Que je vueill reconforter
Car avec mon grant damage
Ne vueill morir n’afoler
Quant de la terre sauvage
Ne voi nului retorner
Ou cil est qui m’assoage
Le cuer, quant j’en oi parler
Dex, quant crieront outree
Sire, aidiez au pelerin
Por qui sui espoentee
Car felon sunt Sarrazin!
Soufferai mon lonc estaige
Tant que l’an voi trespasser
Il est en pelerinage
Dont Dex le lait retorner!
Car, au gré de mon lignage
Ne quier ochoison trover
D’autrui face mariage
Mult est fox qui en veut parler
Dex, quant crieront outree
Sire, aidiez au pelerin
Por qui sui espoentee
Car felon sunt Sarrazin!
De ce sui au cuer dolente
Que cil n’est en Biauvoisis
En qui j’ai mise m’entente
Je nen ai ne gieu ne ris
S’il est biaus et je sui gente
Sire Dex, por que L feïs?
Quant l’uns a l’autre atalente
Por coi nos as departis?
Dex, quant crieront outree
Sire, aidiez au pelerin
Por qui sui espoentee
Car felon sunt Sarrazin
De ce sui en bone atente
Que je son homage pris
Quant l’alaine douce vente
Qui vient devers le païs
Ou cil est qui m’atalente
Volentiers I tor mon vis
Adont m’est vis que je L sente
Par desoz mon mantel gris
Dex, quant crierontoutree
Sire, aidiez au pelerin
Por qui sui espoentee
Car felon sunt Sarrazin
De ce sui mout deceüe
Que ne fui au convoier
Sa chemise qu’ot vestue
M’envoia por embracier
La nuit, quant s’amors m’argue
La met delez moi couchier
Toute nuit a ma char nue
Por mes malz assoagier
Dex, quant crieront outree
Sire, aidiez au pelerin
Por qui sui espoentee
Car felon sunt Sarrazin
Sing for My Courage
Sing for my courage
That I wish to comfort
For with my great sorrow
I do not wish to die or go mad
When from the wild land
I see no one return
Where is the one who soothes
The heart, when I hear of him
God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains!
I will endure my long journey
Until the year I see pass
He is on a pilgrimage
May God bring him back!
For, according to my lineage
I do not seek to find a reason
To marry someone else
It is foolish to even talk about it
God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains!
That is why I am sorrowful in my heart
That he is not in Beauvais
In whom I have placed my trust
I have neither joy nor laughter
If he is handsome and I am genteel
Lord God, why did you do this?
When one is attracted to the other
Why have you separated us?
God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains
That is why I am in good hope
That I have taken his homage
When the sweet gentle wind
That comes towards the country
Where is the one who attracts me
I gladly turn my face there
Then it seems to me that I feel him
Underneath my gray mantle
God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains
That is why I am greatly deceived
That I was not at the gathering
His shirt that he had worn
He sent to me to embrace
At night, when his love pleads with me
He puts it next to me to sleep
All night against my bare flesh
To soothe my pains
God, when they cry out
Sir, help the pilgrim
For whom I am worried
For the Saracens are villains