Elogi Dels Diners
Diners de tort fan veritat,
e de jutge fan advocat;
savi fan tornar l'hom orat,
pus que d'ells haja.
Diners fan bé, diners fan mal,
diners fan l'home infernal
e fan-lo sant celestial,
segons que els usa.
Diners fan bregues e remors,
e vituperis e honors,
e fan cantar preïcadors:
Beati quorum.
Diners alegren los infants
e fan cantar los capellans
e los frares carmelitans
a les grans festes.
Diners, magres fan tornar gords,
e tornen lledesmes los bords.
Si diràs "jas" a hòmens sords,
tantost se giren.
Diners tornen los malalts sans;
moros, jueus e crestians,
lleixant a Déu e tots los sants,
diners adoren.
Diners fan vui al món lo joc,
e fan honor a molt badoc;
a qui diu "no" fan-li dir "hoc".
Vejats miracle!
Diners, doncs, vulles aplegar.
Si els pots haver no els lleixs anar;
si molts n'hauràs poràs tornar
papa de Roma.
Praise Of Money
Crooked money makes truth,
and from judge they become lawyer;
wise they bring back the man prayed,
let there be of them.
Money makes good, money makes bad,
money makes man hell
and make him a heavenly saint,
depending on how you use them.
Money makes quarrels and murmurs,
and reproaches and honors,
and they sing prayers:
Blessed quorum
Money makes children happy
and they make the chaplains sing
and the Carmelite friars
at the big parties.
Money, skinny makes fat,
and the edges are ugly again.
If you say "jas" to deaf men,
so much they turn
Money makes the sick healthy;
Moors, Jews and Christians,
praising God and all the saints,
money loves
Money makes the world the game,
and they do honor to much badoc;
whoever says "no" is called "hoc".
Behold a miracle!
Money, then, you want to collect.
If you can have them, don't let them go;
if you have many you can return
pope of rome