Seigneurs, Sachiez Qui Or Ne S'en Ira
Seigneurs, sachiez qui or ne s’en ira
En cele terre ou Dieu fut morz et vis
Et ki la croiz d’Outremer ne prendra
A paines mès ira en Paradis
Qui a en soi pitié ne remembrance
Au haut Seigneur doit querre sa venjance
Et délivrer sa terre et son païs
Tuit li mauvais demorront par deça
Qui n’aiment Dieu, bien ne honor ne pris
Et chascuns dit: A fame, que fera?
Je ne lairoie a nul fuer mes amis
Cil sont cheoit en trop fole atendance
Qu’il n’est amis fors que Cil, sanz doutance
Qui pour nos fut en la vraie croiz mis
Or s’en iront cil vaillant bacheler
Qui aiment Dieu et l’honeur de ces mont
Qui sagement vuelent a Dieu aller
Et li morveus, li cendreus demorront
Aveugle sont, de ce ne dout je mie
Qui un secors ne fet Dieu en sa vie
Et por si peu pert la gloire du mond
Douce Dame, roïne coronee
Priez pour nos, vierge bone heüree!
Et puis après ne nos puet mescheoir
Lords, Know That Now Shall Not Go Away
Lords, know that now shall not go away
In that land where God was dead and alive
And whoever does not take the cross of Outremer
Will hardly go to Paradise
Who has pity and remembrance within
Should seek vengeance from the Most High Lord
And free his land and his country
All the wicked will remain here
Who do not love God, neither honor nor price
And each one says: What will he do with a woman?
I would not leave her for anyone but my friends
Those who fall into too foolish waiting
There is no friend except Him, without doubt
Who was put on the true cross for us
Now those valiant bachelors will go away
Who love God and the honor of these mountains
Who wisely want to go to God
And the sickly, the ashy will remain
They are blind, I do not doubt this
Who does not receive help from God in his life
And loses the glory of the world for so little
Sweet Lady, crowned queen
Pray for us, blessed virgin!
And then afterwards nothing can harm us
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