A Chantar
A chantar m’er de so qu’ieu non volria
Tan me rancur de lui cui sui amia
Car ieu l’am mais que nuilla ren que sia:
Vas lui no .m val merces ni cortesía
Be .m meravill com vostre cors s’orguoilla
Amics, vas me, per qu’ai razon qu’ieu .m duoilla;
Non es ges dreitz c’autr’amors vos mi tuoilla
Per nuilla ren qu’ie .us diga ni acuoilla;
E membre vos cals fo .l comenssamens
De nostr’amor! Ja Dompnedieus non vuoilla
Qu’en ma colpa sia .l departimens
Valer mi deu os pret e mos partages
E ma beltatz e plus mos fis coratges
Per qu’ieu vos mandad lai on es vostr’ estatges
Esta chansson que me isa messatges:
Ieu vuoill saber, lo mieus bels amics gens
Per que vos m’etz tanta fers ni tant salvatges
Non sai, si s’es orguoills o maltalens
A chantar m’er de so qu’ieu non volria
Tan me rancur de lui cui sui amia
Car ieu l’am mais que nuilla ren que sia:
Vas lui no .m val merces ni cortesía
To Sing
To sing about what I don’t want to
So much resentment for the one I love
For I love him more than anything that exists:
With him, I don’t care for favors or kindness.
I’m amazed at how your heart swells with pride
Friends, with me, for I have reason to feel pain;
It’s not right that other loves take you from me
For nothing I say or do will change that;
And remember how it all began
With our love! Already, God doesn’t want
My fault to be the reason for our separation.
I should be worth my price and my shares
And my beauty and even more my courage
For I send you this song where your heart lies:
This song that brings me messages:
I want to know, my beautiful friends
Why you treat me so harshly and so wild
I don’t know if it’s pride or just cruelty.
To sing about what I don’t want to
So much resentment for the one I love
For I love him more than anything that exists:
With him, I don’t care for favors or kindness.